Sneak down the stairs
Don't wake the hoards
Bones creaking
In tune with the boards.
A good day's work
The old dogs are numb.
I avoided this day
But it had to come.
Cob with his hernia
And one and a half hands,
Me with my fried brain,
Between us,
A man!
We got the job done
In very good time.
The old girl did good.
In her bilge
A little brine.
The weather was fair the tide was right.
The old fellas did it,
With no one in sight.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 21st, 2023 01:16
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Comments4
Good write 2.
Being aged and rickety, both material stuff and humans alike. TFS 🙏🏻
So well worded and written.It gives pause and brings on many thoughts. Age portrayed so well.
Excellent work.
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