Bathers Swim

Bathers swim blindly into a great ocean

Sandy’s niece warns with unpopular notion

Ghosts of the ancients storming the shores

Floating on upward and mocking our wars

You are crying don’t be sad

I am smiling fade away

Lips taste sweat

I will not forget

Talkers and makers are doing no time

Champions of progress are paying their fines

Adding nothing and taking away

The generous playground that guides us to stay