Young Love

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The old fisherman walks the shore

a bit before the sunset,

steady, patient, and quiet,

working to make peace with life.

 

His wife has passed away and his children are grown

and somewhere else

they have lives of their own.

 

Alone he must make his peace.

 

He is almost soft and empty enough,

at last,

for the fullness of life

to fit and breathe

comfortably inside of him.

 

But the old fisherman shakes his head

and smiles, a little sad,

as his longing taunts his surrender.

 

He gently steps along the line

where waves and sand

have playfully wrestled

in young love forever.

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