Driftwood crab and
Wooden boats
Ancient spectacles
Memories tie and bind
Blood to blood
Young to old
Old to young
Photograph and the sea
His past in a box
Dry flowers pressed and faded
Dreams
Bones
Skin
Textured and tender
Weathered in the salty winds
of youth; now
Six foot under and
Forever at sail
In the eyes of the young
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem