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Old Sea
Growing old by the sea
It's waves made their way to my face
Salt enshrined
Leather map of distant days
I walk the rain wept sand
My steps kept for a while
For a while
The blue sky
Soft as a bird feather
That has lost it's way
Drifting along
The sun can't be heard
But i know it wants for a slumber
And a light for a smoke
Still it rides the feather blue
Always the same
Buried by the sea
That mad old man
Who sat alone on the beach
And held large cups of coffe
Too hot to drink
And waited
I don't think he ever drank it
