Sunday, November 6, 2016

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.

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