Robert Sellers


The Old Mans Sea....

In abstraction lays form…
In life there is warm…
We stray, we learn, we come back for more…
Some with wisdom others with scorn…
This leaky boat, this vessel of love…
The young drift beyond the dangerous shore to the bay of passion.
Age navigates the breakers of lust as we set full sail in this life. Beyond the shore of youth we seek those promised lands of romance.
Each of us fly the common flag that moniker of companionship.
Flapping in the winds of time it becomes less recognizable w

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