Sailor of Time
Sea foam spray drips memories from my beard,
Memories of glass smooth seas and gentle puffs of breeze.
I try to turn and tack into the mighty wind, to wash back the tide of time.
My vessel threatens to roll under the angry swells,
so I return to run with the ever faster gale.
I baton the hatches and trim the sail.
Sea foam spray drips memories from my beard,
Memories of glass smooth seas and gentle puffs of breeze.
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