where I need to be

I can pretend, I'm at the beach

cool sea water around my feet 

sand that goes, for miles and miles 

as I whittle away the coming hours 

not a thought comes into mind 

all my worries left behind 

I'll worry when mañana comes 

cause mañana always comes

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License