THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA
He fishes all day and half the night
You call it it’s the old man's delight
Roast fish pickle jam butter sauce
Above the cliffs where the wave toss
Slinging his hook above the sea moss
Coming up empty his rod criss-cross
Another bait he did not wait to try
Fish to fry a delicate meal if ask why
He build a cottage made of straw
Never wishing for anything more
No one else came to his door
Only his dog and cat are on the floor
His back turn towards the ocean
And envision all things in motion
The smell of fish perfumes the air
Into his pot, redfish boil with care
The old man lives a life of fear
Never letting anyone near
His only friend the open air
If you meet him just beware
