To the Philosopher who said he gave up Beach Combing for the facts of life on Wall Street

Truth, you see, when backed into a crevice between stones
cannot be got, will not be out unless you wait.
Oh you may jab it with a stick but you only succeed
in helping the thing lodge itself more firmly.

Hard to come by yes, the old crab is tough, if it sees you
It scurries from sight to ageless foam and water
Where the wind blows the surface black and white.
Better at that point to give up unless by chance

Some afternoon you see it on the shore, but watch it
Those claws won’t be had without a fearsome pinch.
Better let it alone as it lets us if we allow, better stuff
Is had in town, barmaids singing each to each…

Walks along the beach take time
and we all know what that is on Wall Street.