Seaside Days

When I was but a little lad,
A simple joy I often had,
Was to frolic along the shore,
Catching fish, little crabs and more.
Then when I was a youngish man,
By the seaside I walked and ran,
Admiring stars I couldn't reach,
And pretty maidens on the beach.
Now that I'm grown up I will spend,
Many sunny days 'til the end,
Sipping grape wine or drinking tea,
While watching sunsets by the sea.