spring 2015

G. Michael Davis

He summered in a beach resort in Maine,
His house upon a rocky seaside hill.
And swimming Maine’s cold waters was no strain:
“Your life might hinge on swimming in this chill!”

But life has ways of sneaking up on you
And taking by surprise unwary folks.
So when he least expected to feel blue,
He found himself the butt of others’ jokes.

First his wife left after an affair
Of many years that he’d known nothing of.
His children stopped their visits – tough to bear –
And most he felt the sting of their lost love.

So he drove up to Maine where he’d be free
And killed himself by swimming out to sea.

July 31, 2014