His dreams of a happy home,

Shattered as the tear drops,

Covered his empty green bottle life,

Left with three small babies,

An outcast, left in the backyard,

A small curtain draped over his home,

As he hobbled with one leg,

As he searched with his beautiful big brown eyes for an end to his pain,

A lover of the open seas,

A Fisherman,

The seas had been rough,

The demands of his time,

Nearly hunchback from the strain,

Just one more day,

Just one more moment of sunshine,

On the open seas …


By Natasha

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