I look at this life
Things are not fair –
Scratching my head
Fingers in my hair –
Here by the sea
I sit all alone –
The tide comes in
Then it’s gone
A lady walks by
With a G – string,
And looking fine!
I forgot my worries
With thoughts in mind!
Yes, life is not fair
I have to declare –
What color was her hair?
Thomas Theophilus© February 1, 2025
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