The Sea

March 8, 2008
By Ryan Gibson, Indianapolis, IN

Standing on a shell filled shore, smiling at the wind;
Watching the sky fall gray;
He's been coming here for 80 years, and he knows today's the day;
He thinks about the past;
All the times he has shared with family and friends;
He thinks about the things he will say whe he can see them all again;
His steps are short as he moves forward;
He gasps for air as the waves bombard his soul;
A tear runs down his weathered face, because he knows it time to go;
He hopes his actions, hurt no one, and everyone can see;
That he has been waiting 80 years to become one with the Sea;

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