Singing songs

along the drift line of the seashore

picking up nothing thinking gold

seashells, bits of rope

occasionally a buoy

in water thin deep

freezing fingers cold

we were young lovers then

just about making our way

you stopped to look at me

there in the corner of my eye

& I pretended not to notice

get in your way of seeing

& I wondered would we make it stay

hurdles, pitfalls

it takes strong minds to hold course

when the world gives little

your eyes upon me such a short time

as we wandered the shore line

some more

singing songs with a smile

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