On a moonlit night, listening to stories untold…
Or a warm summer morning, like melted gold..
The rusty old shoes, the same necklace of pearls..
The same old songs and her hair in perfect curls..
In the deafening peace of a snowy winter night..
The clock ticked louder, reminding of it’s might..
But everything at the sea was forever changing..
Change is life, thus the old man loved kayaking..