A heat wave entices people,
To visit the great golden beach, 
One can hear the sound of their footsteps,
As they crackle shells underneath.

Multitudes go and scatter,
Across the vast sandy planes, 
As friends and families go together,
To play outdoor games. 

Alone an old man sits on a rock,
To rest his weary feet, 
He drops his cane but due to a sore back,
Can't retrieve it as it's out of reach.

He takes a piece of stale bread,
Out of his washed-out weathering pocket,
So he can break off smaller pieces,
And delight the wandering seagull's stomachs.

A happy child with a bucket full of shells,
Ran with her puppy at top speed, 
To show her Grandfather who she adored dearly,
The treasures they had received.

Pains from the older man's spine,
Begins to show some relief, 
As he knows that he is no longer alone,
As love is within his reach.