He used to be a sailor
Sailing across the open seas
With the rocking of the ship
And smell of salt in the breeze.
He used to be a sailor
Without worry or care
Never giving thought
To what was right or fair.
He used to be a sailor
A woman in every port
To him it wasn't love
It was just a sport.
But that was long ago
The ocean just a memory
For he just sits in a room
Staring out the window at the sea.
For now he is old
Time has passed him by
No longer angry
And just too tired to cry.
He remembers once in awhile
Every now and again
And thinks about
What should of,could of been.
He no longer can walk
Which he thinks is unfair
Damn this life
Damn this iron chair.
He closes his eyes
Praying for the end
To be returned to the sea
To be a sailor once again.

(c)2009 T. La Fountain