The Old Man and the Sea
Life’s seashore,rough, stirring, indifferent and warm,
Showcases the face of the old man withering the storm;
An old man waiting for Providence to show him the night to the day,
As he gazes at the playful dolphins, swimming free over waves’ sway!
The Old man and the Sea!
The burden of remembrances lying heavy in his gnarled hands,
A long way from home was the dusty horizon of the distant lands;
Watching the cheerful daily handshake of the Paradise and earth ~
Stealing his senses, bidding adieu to his dreams or what’s left of worth!
The Old man and the Sea!
Yearns he to sail once more, to the desolate sea and the sky,
Where images standstill as everything in time is frozen in his eye;
Longing for his love he hears the flood of her gasp in the oil of night, really,
Is he reeling away from a young boy´s dream slipping by so swiftly!
The Old man and the Sea!
Where there’s no spring, no summer, no winter, no autumn but promises to keep….
Where the wind caresses his soul, as he again sails the sea over his mandolin’s bleep;
The ocean’s gentle roar, his only friend as the Old man just stares at life, fourscore,
The wind of time blows right into his eyes of lost desire as nothing lasts forevermore!!!
The Old man and the Sea!
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