A Pirate Looks at Sixty
I hear the soft sirens call from the sea;
She is singing that song again to me.
Beckoning me to come aboard and sail;
To add to the legend, to enhance the tale.
For I am a pirate, there is no doubt;
You had better take another route.
For pillage and plunder, they are my bag;
I am no good for you, I'm a real scallywag.
I thought I could relax, retire from the sea;
I feel the walls closing in, I must feel free.
I'm a scoundrel, my heart is truly black;
Your ship could be mine, I will fully ransack.
But then I stop, wondering why I'm so driven;
I have everything I want, but no peace is given.
So I sit and take another swig of whiskey;
Listening to the sea, a pirate looks at sixty.
23Mch10
Pardon me, Jimmy Buffett.
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