Who did we see trudging towards us
from the end of the Pier but Pop. He wore
a black vinyl leather jacket
with some twelve safety pins holding it closed.
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Long suffering is this life & all we on this plane... yet all can be ennobled by the struggle, the heroic effort to simply draw breath & continue when our reason for breathing is taken away & we are left always wondering why & the whys are never answered & still questions come unbidden & perhaps in the poem comes a touch of peace. A sensitive and loving poem with great heart and compassion.
Charles, Yes, we are loved, and my heart blooms by the sea when I read your words, thank-you, friend. Phillip