by the sea
half a century in the depth of his life
would that he be sitting on the porch
out on the fields of the countryside
An calloused man on a wooden chair
He deserves it he has worked so hard for it
saved up over the last years for his own
fields a country to retire in
This beauty is it ours to keep
would he in the years to come etch it on oil and canvas
does it nourish our lives satiate our desires
does it feed meaning into our lives
Would he still be sitting on the porch
tomorrow, next month, next year
watching the sunrises, the spring
the autumns
the sunsets