He stands silently looking seaward,
Perhaps longing to be free?
To be free from land's firm clutches
To roam the endless sea?
Perhaps he's just a dreamer?
Staring at a peaceful tide.
Or was he once a surfer
Dreaming of huge waves to ride?
There's a sadness in his staring,
Looking neither left nor right.
Standing on a lonely boardwalk
From dawn to late at night.
His suit has seen its best of days.
His shirt unbuttoned at the top.
There's a pride - Yes! There's a longing
For his looking never stops.
Does he see his early youth
On a Merchant Navy ship?
Did he fish the deepest oceans
On each fraught, each dangerous trip?
Did he lose his dearest love one
In a battle with the foam?
Or does he spend his lonely hours
Wishing that the sea was home?
There's an ocean full of questions
Which he would think absurd.
There's a sea so full of answers
Which never will be heard!
Joe Hughes
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