In her sixties now Gladys dreaded the cold,
She travelled to the beach trying to be bold,
She went because it might be fun, she was told.
Gladys said she would not swim she was far too old.
There were gentle ladies with dark glasses on,
They were telling rowdy children to begone,
The sand was warm and the glorious Sun shone,
Gladys sat there like a sad queen on her throne.
Mountains around gave views that went forever,
The sky was light blue a sign of good weather,
The children throw sand failing to be clever,
But Gladys said no she would not swim ever.
Near the river people had cake and white bread,
They had beef and pork, “hurrah” the children said,
Some drank wine and sang when they were all fed,
Gladys said no she would rather go to bed.
Gladys was left quite alone on her cane chair,
She began talking to the warm midday air,
I should swim in the sea but I do not dare,
My grey hair would get wet but I would not care.
For the longest time she stared at the wild sea,
Wondering why she was so afraid to be,
Was her life long enough for validity?
Some come to the beach to cocoon and be free,
Others come to escape their life’s misery.
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A great presentation of different reasons that people have for doing the very same thing. Nicely written in consistent stanza rhyme this poem sends its message in vivid images of sun, sand and sea with childhood frolicking and dower disposition. It poses age against youth and fear against a carefree attitude. In these dualities it sends the message of choice and asks the reader which would you rather have. It is each individual's choice. Very nicely done
Thank you for that wonderful critique.I am very appreciative.I think some people hide from Life others embrace it.Always an education to read your comments amigo
You are most welcome David it is my pleasure.
Gladys is set in her ways, no way is she dipping her toe into the waves.
Though, if she'd seen big Joe the lifeguard, then Gladys might have had a change of heart.
Something would have pulsed, giving Gladys a head start.
You might be right. Thanks for commenting.Much appreciated
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