Seasonal sea breeze peeps <br />through the broken windows. <br />The old sailor rests on a hammock <br />and the torn World map on the wall <br />some countries washed out. <br />The seafarer rides a hobby horse <br />which belongs to his grand son. <br />A distant ship brings him a tear <br />with a ripple and he knows the rickety soul <br />cannot stand for the coming new year. <br />His sorrow is heavier than the mysterious life <br />and he thinks which he sees the last sunset.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-his-shack/
