each line a testament of time.
Old eyes sharp with experience,
swirling somewhere in the past,
in a wake of frothing memories,
of exotic aromas, erotic women.
Black cap moulded to crown.
Wiry body flexible and strong,
adorned by wondrous tattoos.
Faded clothes patched but clean,
A sharks tooth tied round his neck,
and earrings to ward off drowning.
Telling bold adventurous yarns,
heady cocktails of truth and fiction.
The sea a heartless, fickle mistress,
so serenely beautiful at times,
at others, stormy in dark rage.
A proud life, a happy life, a full life.