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Salt From The Sea

The aged sailor staggered some, as earth betrayed his gait,
In staying in the place it was, while his reflex would wait,
To let the next wave heave it up, and then upon its crest,
He'd safely plant his weary foot, for half-a-second's rest.

He made his way unsurely, a lifetime to unlearn,
He had some gold to last a while. How slow to make it burn?
Upon the sea he'd come of age, from stripling youth back then,
How should he set upon the world, a new world once again?

His hair had grown all frosty, from standing watch at sea,
The sturdy leather of his skin was cured as it could be,
Perhaps the first place he might stop, to calm his flowing mane,
A barber shop, to cut back on his locks so grown full-rein.

Retirement driven, he would spend his days upon the shore,
Though questing there, his tunneled stare would view the sea no more,
And in this small thing he stood out, like some strange-tongued foreigner,
T'was best to shed his locks so dread, the rime of the ancient mariner.

NicknamedBob . . . . February 28, 2009