The old ship captain,
With a pipe in his mouth,
Old squinty eyes,
And a wrinkled face.
Squatted on the deck,
Of a sinking ship,
Reasonably alone and about to quit.
Thinks of;
His youth gone in protection of the coasts.
His life lost in the search of
the renowned treasure,
His dreams,that drowned in the water,
His family,that never existed.
He cried.
Not a tear of sorrow or regret,
But, for a life that ;many dreamt of having,
and he lived,
like a 'Legend'....
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