Out at Sea, hot and humid;
a great pleasure, my mind did invoke,
was seeing the red machine on the dock
full of bottles of ice cold Coke.
Chugging it down, that was so nice,
especially at 25 cents, that was the price.
I have the bedroom window open
and the wind moves the slats.
Awakening, I forget where I am;
still in our bed, toasty warm.
I hear the splatter of new rain,
tap dancing on the roof
as clouds loose their torrent
on the thirsty earth.
Joined together or be apart?
A good question for the heart.
Do we stand alone or with another?
Time will tell, Sisters and Brothers.
Off we go into a life of pain.
Away from love's sad refrain.
I care not about the fate of me,
Just leave me now. Let me be.