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Soft waves wash across our feet
and wipe our footprints from the sand.
Board walk provides a deep backbeat
from a sixties tribute band.

We've walked along this beach before
and heard the plaintive sea birds cry
as they patrolled this stretch of shore
wheeling within a clear blue sky.

But now my gait is not as fast.
My love slows down because of me
unlike the times far in the past
when we splashed this east coast sea.

Yet the mist still tastes of salt
just the way it did back then
in memories stored in my mind's vault
of how it tasted on your skin.

And as our evening comes on us
I guess the sea spray makes me blind
I see neither wrinkles nor hair mussed
but that young girl clearly in my mind


Glad you still feel that way!

Nice write!


Been feeling this way for over 40 years. Appreciate your coming by..............stan

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... so many years into the adventure is a blessing I am grateful not to have to imagine as I read of yours.
I'm confused. Why did you post this as a blog?

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My comp is set to go to neo blog post when I click to neo. Late at night I sometimes type a poem in before I realize I'm still on blog post lol. And being late at night I usually say to heck with it and just leave it.............stan

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23 hrs and counting.La La
I loved your story just that last but one Stanza didn't seem to be up to the standard of the others:-

Yet the mist still tastes of salt
just as it did back then
in memories in my mind's vault
of how it tasted on your skin.

The third line threw me a little, I think this needs just a tweak,
Yours as always Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

That stanza was added a few days after I wrote the rest of this. I agree it needs some work and will get around to editing soon.......................stan

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''''''''''''''''''''''''''My love slows down because of me....................
reduce your weight...
I did too
ran a mile
then collapsed
as just as well
with the laden weight
of bag of vegetables

so why reduce weight
I say
make do
your better half will still love you
slow be it never mind
life's always been a fast grind...
never mind

the days ahead
better slow
than be dead.


It's the bad knees that slow me down not excess weight lol. thanks for taking time to visit.............stan

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below the belt ....

well take care
of your knees

hope they don't knock


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