Nach dem Tod von Robbie ist mir dieses Gedicht in die Hände gefallen. Ich habe es vor einigen Jahren geschrieben.....

"The Beach"

The old man is walking down the beach,
thinking back to those times
when he felt young, was so alive.

The waves come crashing on the sand,
chasing the gulls into the air,
erasing the pain, soothing the heart.

Her face is still vivid in his mind,
every emotion clearly remembered,
the glow of her eyes, the smell of her hair.

The times were changing when they met.
The world was at war,
so much death, so little hope.

Their fire then burned hot and bright,
passion packed into short moments,
heat on her skin, love in his kiss.

Fate took them both into her hands,
blew them apart,
into different lives, and to different lovers.

He found his wife a few years later,
their marriage a calm breeze
with children to raise, a home to tend.

The years they had were filled with light
like a bright September morning,
ringing with laughter, smelling of fun.

Now the house is empty again,
his wife passed away,
his children grown, with lives of their own.

The old man is walking down the beach,
smiling at the sun,
cherishing life, taking his time.

The day will come soon for him,
when he’ll just keep walking
meeting the sky at the end of those waves

And then he’ll meet them all again
those people he lost
the loved ones, and the friends.

The waves come crashing down on the sand,
calling his old heart,
soothing his mind, and lifting his soul.