I’m counting the times,
I have walked a long the beach,
now the sands of time.
I’m thankful today,
nothing special, just feel it;
there’s alot to do.
I need a suitcase,
to hold all my many things,
and give me water.
I am writing now,
and seeking words of beauty,
that have true meaning.
A simple question,
without a simple answer,
that really tests us.
