The price .....of memories.

[Administrator]

Courtesy of Thomas Joseph Simpson

The old man watched them as they sailed
those ships of grace and might
across the far horizons
until they left his sight

he came and sat there every day
and watched them as they sailed away
remembering the days when he
had walked the decks of ships at sea

his memories were all he had
to fill his days which were so sad
and filled with longing for the time
when he was young and in his prime

and once again he lived his past
of voyages before the mast
remembering the things he`d seen
and magic places he had been

but then the rain came from the skies
to end his reveries
and teardrops filled the old mans eyes
the price .....of memories.

Terry Craigen