The Old Seaman. Poem by Arthur Rainbow Zen

Remember old man, remember old man,
the golden days of your youth,
when afore the mast of a schooner ye sailed,
where sea winds bite with their cooth.

Remember old man
the fierce ripping gale,
break'd spars, frayed sheets,
the rough canvas sail.

Remember old man
waves so strong and so high,
the spray on your beard,
the ships timbers sigh.

Remember old man
your fight with the sea,
in the days of your youth
when so young and so free.

Remember old man
as you sit on the hill
watching the schooners
sail out on the tide,
that you've had your fill
and this time is mine.