Other Places Poem by Steven Reeve

As I sat on the shore,
I just knew there had to be more,
More than what I could see,
Other places where I need to be.

There had to be places to go,
Far off places that I could explore,
My whole life in a seaside town,
The thought enough to make me frown.

Stuck in this little place,
Just another member of the rat race,
Away, away from all the strife,
Out there having a good life.

I watch the ships come and go,
I would love the sea this I know,
Alas, marooned in this seaside town,
Wearing a constant frown.