We can finally speak.

Compassion for the sun and beach.

Splashing to stay afloat, the life of someone meek.

Crashing down to the seafloor, the resting place of the weak.

Dashing through the daily grind, as we look for a monetary peak.

Smashing through the sands, we work hard to find what we seek.

Lashing out with our words, in retirement we can finally speak.

 

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