Island's End
There upon the sandy shore beneath a smoky sky Past the telltale varied trappings where the tourists lie Beyond the rocks and midst the surf betwixt the land and sea You’ll find me at the island’s end… just the gulls and me. The gulls at least they have their flock The waves the tide; the crabs the rocks I alone here have no purpose No flock to join, no fins to surf with. I seek out peace at island’s end Only to face familiar questions again I find that doubts are my only companion As I search for signs but never find them I can see in the distance the tourists cavort Delighting in words, sun and sport But the chaos of life has worn me down I jealously guard what peace I’ve found. Certainly, I could pretend to belong Buy a few drinks and they’ll play along We’ll laugh and play and fight the tide Without a thought of duty or pride But once I dreamt of following a creed Of being a crusader of great words and deeds. It seems to me many ages ago But I once...