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MEMORIES On the beach wandering
I picked up a shell.
With my ear to its mouth
I listened to its tale
of days long gone
when full of youth and life
it thrilled to the freshness
of ocean currents.
Ah, youth!
The strong tides
of hopeful vigour
throbbing with waves
of enthusiastic strength.
How I remember
that surge of energy
pounding in my veins!
With the sweep of time
tides have beached me
on shores of sandy age,
drying in the sun.
Pick me up and listen
for I will relate for you
the echoing memories
of salty youth.
