A walk on the beach with a friend: A poem 

I tell you we will all grow old someday 

But not that panic on my pillow does lay 

When sore with aches, I sincerely pray 

That death comes early and easy my way 

Time spent in the whispers of conversation 

That pain is kept secret like patience 

You talk of living by taking action 

I think passivity is a strength that deserves compassion 

The words in my ear like wind on the beach 

are loud and clear but without reach 

The sand does not stick to my shoes 

The advice given I listen to and disuse 

You tell me that I am stubborn as swine 

We are not cut of the same cloth like honey and lime 

But I see the horizon where sea meets sky 

And understand the uniqueness is where the differences lie