sun rises with smile
pushing clouds high
as tides ebbs and flow
fishermen watch in awe
talking about passing
ship's wake rippling
driving away fishes
they push time to limit
nobody cares about it
they're retired and happy
waiting for something everyday
one walk with slight limp
other talk slow with wit
I listen to memoirs they keep
so many times told; better
that last time; they take
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