Walk to the End of the Pier

There’s a green lamp end
Of the pier — beckoning:
Come, come to the end.
Walk on my chipped face;
Wind-swept, rain-eaten,
Frozen, thawed raw.
Many have trodden me
To the end.
Ignore dropping birds,
Stupid seagulls, wary ducks.
Walk  in the day breeze.
Let it ruffle your hair,
Let it play with your face
Till sundown. Stay.
Walk to the end of the pier.

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