Staring Poem by Phil Soar

Sometimes I feel I'm all alone, and staring out to sea,
But I'm not near any ocean, so it really troubles me
No sandy beach, no windswept dunes, to really catch the eye
Just me. Alone, and staring, and I simply wonder why.

I look into the distance, and my view is wide and wild
Reminds me of my younger days, when I was just a child
I used to sit upon a stump, left by a damaged tree
And stare into the wilderness, that's always troubled me

I never felt that this was how my age would seek me out
And now I've reached my seventies, I amble round about
I stare into this open space, and wonder what's in store
And why I cannot work it out, now that memories for.