Sun In My Face

Aye
To sit
By the bay
With the sun
In my face
This is what
Brings a smile
To my face

Wishing I was
Not alone
As I listen
To the cry
Of the birds
And the bellowing
Of a ships horn
Telling others
They have been warned

This life I live
For so long
In a chosen exile
Is reduced
To utter simplicity
When I sit
Feeling the sun
In my face

The wandering minstrel
Strikes a tune
On his strings
Belting out a melody
He entertains
All who will take time
And listen

As passersby
Move in endless
Motion
Like the tides
Ebb and flow
I can smile
As long
As the sun
Shines in my face