Sitting here at the entrance
to the beach
watching parade of people
and their beach toys
and brand-new beach equipment
Remembering when I was young
and went to beach daily
with just my yellow bucket
that had holes in it
and was rusty.
I carried that bucket as if precious
even though it was rusty
and did not even hold water.
That bucket is long gone
and I do not have
any beach toys now
At least I remember
the yellow bucket—
and can write about it
at the age of 82½.