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Poetic Thursday: The Old Tar

Welcome to Poetic Thursday, where we have a chance to share poetry with Pam and her ginger kitties at Two Spoiled Cats.

This is the photo we were given for our inspiration this week:

And here is my poem:

The Old Tar

Wrinkled by the sun and weathered by the wind;
life has taught him that neither’s his friend.

But the years on the sea have made him wise,
and the lessons are reflections in his eyes.

Sea serpents and mermaids: he’s never seen either.
Such things are no matter; he’s not a believer.

He smiles at the sunrise and sighs when it sets,
and lives his best life without regrets.

The sea’s where he learned to cuss and to pray,
to say what you mean and mean what you say.

He’ll sing you a shanty and pour you a rum,
and know your secret before morning comes.

But you won’t learn his, you can try your best;
that’s something the old tar holds close to his chest.

~These Days Of Mine~