Beach Bum

Alone on the beach the boy stares

Out at the clear blue island water

Contemplating his future.

The blazing yellow sun

Darkens his bare skin,

The rays burning into his memories.

Memories of a small island village

While living in the Big Apple,

Grasping his dreams firmly

With his hardened, callused hands

But St. Kitts will always be his home.

Memories he would eventually pass down to his son

When they return to that blazing yellow sun.

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