Some musings

the old
man
sits alone
in the surfside café
and watches
through misted up windows

the young
together
under clear blue skies
twist and turn
as they ride
the crest of a wave

until
inevitably
and finally
they break

as he did too

now
unsteadily
he struggles
to slowly stand
his gnarled frame
shuffling towards
what his clouded vision
sees all too well

the way out