Going To The Beach Poem by John F. English

I had some time to myself
so I went to the beach
seemed like a good idea at first
after all the sun was shining
i arrived
and, yes
it did look nice
but in a short while I was bored
it's not the same as being a kid
when I would build sandcastles all day
or fish for crabs in the rocks
those were good days
simple days
now I'm older and life
isn't so simple anymore
they want you to work now
contribute to society or whatever
while all I want to do is play
these days i build castles in the sky
people say I'm a fool for it
frankly I couldn't care less
what they say
I went to the bar
ordered a scotch on the rocks
to hell with the beach
it only brings back memories
the sort that make me sad