The Troubles of the Sea
An old man sits in a light house.
He crouches with his hands on his knees,
Weary with age, his face is wrought
with the years he has seen, never forgot
But as he sits and he ponders,
looking out at the black sea
He struggles to remember his times of glee-
Sailing, waves crashing, on the ocean blue
His mind's eyes recalling of a time he once knew
There was a smile on his young face
but he cannot tell why
his ship was sinking into the mirroring sky.
He was alone at least in his light house
Left to think, in guilt and sorrow
instead of the life he'd live tomorrow.
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