On Driftwood Beach

On Driftwood Beach, we said hello,
And bade the day to do its worst;
We laughed at summer’s indolence,
And slaked our constant thirst —

The sun, though, just laughed back at us,
For time was unforgiving —
And driftwood stays around when it
Has long since left off
Living

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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