Sunset Instructions

A weathered board stood in the sand,
Its message brief, yet strangely wise.
It did not beg or make demands,
Just laughed beneath the painted skies.

“Next time bring beer for sunset” read,
Like wisdom carved by salt and flame.
A simple thought inside my head
Turned ordinary dusk to frame.

The ocean breathed its endless hymn,
While strangers wandered, barefoot, near.
The daylight stretched across the brim
Of conversations built on beer.

Some people chase important things,
Big titles dressed in polished gold.
Yet peace arrives on smaller wings,
In moments never bought or sold.

A fading surfboard in the sand,
A handwritten line both rough and true,
Reminded me life is not planned;
The finest parts arrive unglued.

So next time sunset calls my name,
I will not rush or overthink.
I’ll toast the waves without the shame
Of every year I missed the drink.