What’s so peaceful about strolling
Along a warm sandy beach
The tide rolls in to greet you
And just as quickly retreats.

Crabs scurrying all about
Like shoppers at a sale
Umbrellas popping up
Like mushrooms in a swale.

People all around you
Like peacocks on parade
Some painted white like seashells
Others covered, in the shade.

But the children grab your attention
Searching for shells with all their might
And the quality of the shells means little
It’s the finding that’s pure delight.

So with life it’s the journey
Not the toys that we acquire
And the people that go with us
That makes the trip so much a joy.

And we discover on life’s journey
How wise our parents had really been,
And while pondering this change in thinking
We discover it’s me who changed, not them.

Mason Swinney

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About menmourningmoments

I'm happily married, the Father of 2 sons and 2 daughters and 4 beautiful grandchildren. Death is all around us but somehow we've managed to distance ourselves from it. Men, Mourning, Moments is about how the death of my son awakened me to life & the desire to seize every moment as though it were my last. It's about making sense of life in the good times and bad and allowing GOD to carry me and teach me through the hard times in life.
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