Stroll

I took a stroll through my
mind ,and what did I find,
Memories of days gone by
I strolled along the beach
Of time 
To face the white caps of adversity and the mist
Of the oceans brezze
Only to get washed ashore like the seaweed
And footprints,left by the
Solitary beachcomber
and still the waves
Splashing against the
Breakrocks
Reminds me of the solitary beachcomber
listening ever so closely
To the sounds and atmosphere of the moment
I strolled father and found that the sun is setting on this scene ,and I am left to grasp the memories of days gone by.