long for the sea

 Long for the Ocean

  

 

   The old man sits as usual on the terrace overlooking

   the bay of Cascais, the weather is hazy to today take

   his reading glasses off, still cloudy but less so.

   Three ships anchored waiting for a pilot to navigate

   into Lisbon, Cascais has no harbour but a marina

   full yachts and sailboats belong to the wealthy, he went

   there once and was not impressed, too expensive

   for his pocket, ok, it is possible he felt a bit resentful.

  The old man sighs he spent 30 years in the navy

  and the oceans were his friends most of the time,

 

 

  

◄ a time called noel

useless wars ►

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Martin Elder

Sun 6th Jan 2019 15:12

This feels almost like a poem of lament for what was. None the less it is a nice poem.
I like it

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