On The Beach
There she stands on the beach,
watching the water and sun,
the skyline too far to reach,
and she is a lonely one.
The water runs in and out.
What is the purpose of life?
The screaming of seagulls is loud.
What did she do with her husband?
The big waves come toward her,
on her face is a small tinge of a grin.
In the ocean a new life to find,
and there’s nobody,
nobody, whom she leaves behind.
