A Fishermans song
His day begins, as the dark descends;
As the moon smiles, at his weakened strength;
For once he was mighty, once he was strong;
But now he is old, running on will alone
He yearns to head back home each night;
Before he sets sail, before he sets afloat;
He yearns to hurry back, to her loving care;
Her tender touch, and gentle gaze
But his duty calls him;
As does the three little pairs of eyes;
And the three hungry mouths;
So steeling his will, he sails;
Till where the sea meets the sky
(2014)
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