Maybe Old but Not Daft
He knew what
Her game was
He had seen it all before
The scanty two piece
The selfie, the pursing of lips
And the pouting
But under the circumstances
For him, trying to look interested
Was far easier said than done
After all, he was
An old man of the sea
And rarely spoke of nothing but
Harbours, of tides
Of jetties, the moon
And of marina’s and quays
But show him
A measure of sailcloth,
A rope makers awl, or an anchor
Then he be nobody’s fool, but a
Bloomin good fisher, a sailor, a husband
a father and friend through n through ..
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Neville (
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Good write Neville.
Aww, why they say to me 'Why don't you write a poem about yourself: 'Daft but not old'? They are horrible to me! lol.
.............................................. you daft old so and so you 🙂
Daft AND old?! I wish I would stop talking rubbish sometimes! lol. Or shall I continue.....
Dame-games never sit well with disinterested sailors whose love of the sea cannot be shifted by pouting of lips on scanty-clad lasses - -- this read captures old sea-dogs to an absolute tee Nev.
Hiya,
I guess we have seen many of em in our time eh' living by the coast and what not .. thank you for such a delightful and encouraging review my dear lady Fay ....... Me, well I'm just an old airman x
this stirred up long forgotten flavours of Hemingway's: 'the old man and the sea'
need I say more... lol
.................... Hey, how cool is that .. many sincere thanks L.B 🙂
............... Neville
The ocean draws many people to her.
My wife and I have both spent our entire lives close to it. Now that we are older we are more inland. My Lord it's at lest a ten minute drive. LOL We must go there often to restore our sanity. It's in the blood of those so afflicted.
This is a great tribute to one such person, who, so it seems, is a true sailor. Born of the sea and still in love with it. A great nurturer just like it. - Phil A.
Thanks so much Phil for visiting these words of mine and for sharing something of your own love for the sea.. We live close to the ocean too and visit often .. you are right about it being in the blood .. and salt by the way is my only real vice these days 🙂
Neville
Great write ✍ Neville.
Well, life begins at 40. The best is yet to come in our lives after that.
Keep writing ✍ and safe during these challenging times.
FineB
Some of us would give our eye teeth to be 40 .. but know what ya mean FineB... Many thanks and stay safe yourself now ya hear 🙂
The sea has the power to call us all, so much life to be remembered by the sea.
Andy
......... That's precisely one of the many ways I see it Andy ... thanks my friend n truly true too ...
..........Neville
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