As I walked along the same stretch of beach
That I had walked so many years ago as a boy,
I saw it was littered with bottle caps
And was devoid of any life.

I remember, once upon a time,
When I had walked this beach as a boy with my dad.
The beach had been sprinkled with beautiful shells
And had been a haven of life.

We’ve had so many good memories
Of sunny Saturdays lying here on the beach
With the sun beaming down on our faces
And of fishing for bass in the roaring surf.

With a heave and a sigh,
I turned and walked back the same way I had come.
For my good memories of what once had been
Has been washed away by the sea.