Old Sailors, <br />too old <br />to sail the seas, <br />bound to the land <br />hold salty memories <br />close to their hearts, <br />while their bodies, <br />like their boats, <br />age and fall apart. <br /> <br />In sweet reveries <br />of sunsets <br />pink in the sky, <br />gales that did blow <br />and seagulls on high, <br />old sailors nod <br />and dream and pray <br />of sailing high seas <br />again someday.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-sailors/
