One Day for Michael
The Jetsam cast upon the shore.
The ebbing tide has left behind
I wonder where it’s been before.
I search to see what I can find.
Some small but worthwhile souvenir
which will repay the hours I’ve spent
in combing beaches far and near.
Some treasure lost by accident.
One day I hope to strike it rich
and find gold coins amongst the sand.
But Lady Luck can be a bitch,
she doesn’t seem to understand.
That gold’s no use beneath the sea
but I’d accept it gratefully.
9-May-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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