At the waters edge,
Dragging his small dingy ashore,
The old guy looked exhausted.
Mel suggested he needed help.
Approaching the wizened
stranger,
I offered my 75 year-old body to
help move his dingy.
Bent forward and leaning inland
He pointed to where the boat
should rest.
Thanking me profusely, he
settled
Into the sand to watch my
progress.
Mel, twenty feet away, remained
an interested spectator,
As I dragged the small craft as
best I could.
Driven by guilt, and noticing my
very limited progress,
Mel and his equally ancient body
joined me in the ankle-deep water,
And between us, with the old guy
giving directions,
We got the dingy into place.
Parting from the old bearded
one,
We wished him well
And asked his age.
Turns out he was 66!
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