when old sailors go

When old sailors go

 

A seaman sees death as an ocean of tranquillity

 no storm will upset his raft he can safely sleep

Through the ages of time, fish can swim, whales

Blow a rainbow fine, and sharks can kill seals

It does not bother him; the course is set

For the Island of Saragossa where his friends wait

to say: halloo old man, remember us?

And they will help him make his raft into

a beach hut where there is always sunset and

the whisky bottle never gets empty.

He sighs, home from the sea at last.

 

◄ auttumnal reflection

I remember ►

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