Sunday, September 8, 2019

Sailing a September Sea with You - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Sailing a September Sea with You

When you sigh, tucked cozily beneath my arm
Are you thinking of a lover in the past
That worthy youth who was the first to sail
With you out into that wider, wilder sea?

How vain of me to wish that I had been
that sailor, how foolish, for here you are -
I think you’re laughing at me, and well you should
Are you as happy to be here as I am?

Growing old was not part of my master plan
The sea and I are both old now, but you –

                                           You are forever young

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