Musings...Octet

While I lounge here in my fat chair
looking at a beachy scene...
with table and two chairs.
Day is sunny...surf
sighs gently...sands
sing softly
swaying
palms
time
moves on
outside my  
door. Always, they
are in a hurry...
they've no idea what for.
Life should be for living now,
too often there just is no more.