Geezer on the Beach

A crowd of obstreperous preteen boys
Invades the lake on bicycles, their
Towels rolled. They've come to swim,
Aware that time is growing short.
The water's cold and school's begun.
The sun's gone sooner than before.
Another blissful summer's ending.
They don't mourn it. More will
Come. I do. I'm not so sure.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-09-06 at 16:19

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