Marks father was a sailor from the time of yore.
Back when sailing had some form of lore.
Back when mermaids and monsters roamed free.
Back when if you made it back you were lucky.
Back when scurvy and insanity was your enemy
and you would sit around and wish you weren't me.
Back hen land ho was the difference between life and death.
Back when you didn't try to lose that last breath.
Back when the sunset told you of the day to come.
Back when you really didn't know where you came from.
Back when books where rare
and no one cared about losing their hair.
Back when life was s the cheapest thing to be sold.
Back when you never thought you would grow old.
Back when you were a grandfather by twenty.
Back when you were looking for that 13 year old honey.

06/14/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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