The tide pulls me down,
The ebb tides strong under tow,
Drowning as I go.
The sand feels so hot,
Burning the soles of my feet,
So I look for shade.
Remembering things,
Good times when young in the sun,
Swimming and surfing.
Now it’s computers,
With on line shopping and work,
Not too hot or wet.
My mind’s on furlow,
I am still paying for it,
But it does no work.
