The Last #Lifeguard Chair #story and photo by #FrankGCaruso as I wander the shore early this morning with my #daughter
Upon the shore, where waves and dreams collide,
Stood the last lifeguard chair, with fading pride.
Once a sentinel, towering tall and grand,
Now weathered and worn, like the shifting sand.
Perched above the surf, it stood so strong,
A place where lifeguards watched, all day long.
Its paint, once vibrant, now chipped and scarred,
A symbol of summers, both near and far.
From its lofty seat, it saw it all,
The laughter, the tears, the rise and fall.
Children's laughter, in the sun's warm embrace,
The joy of families, filling the space.
It witnessed lovers strolling hand in hand,
And solitary beachcombers, on the sand.
As tides rolled in and out, a ceaseless dance,
The lifeguard chair, in silent vigilance.
But seasons change, and time, it marches on,
And the lifeguard chair, its time was gone.
No longer needed, it faced the end,
As lifeguards moved on, around the bend.
Now it stands, a sentinel from the past,
A memory of summers, fading fast.
The last lifeguard chair, with stories to tell,
Of days when it stood, guarding well.
Though it may weather, and time may wear,
The lifeguard chair holds memories rare.
A silent witness to the lake and sun,
A symbol of summers, where memories are spun.
