Erosion

The year two thousand seventeen,

Puts me in the cusp of seventy.

My dreams outweigh my memories,

I am now, all I’ll ever be.

Time and tides work together,

Eroding my land and future away.

I saved this house one board at a time

Now winds take a piece each day.

It’s dangerous living on the edge

Where the cliff meets the restless sea.

Still I’ll remain so stubbornly,

This bluff after all, is all of me.