Oh, I used to sail on briny seasAnd set my main at every breeze,My every whim I did appease.But all is gone, no more to cruise,No boat for me again to use,I see no distant shores in any views.No beer when time to take my ease,I mourn, ‘n massage my old, bruised kneesAnd dream of crackers Ritz with slice of cheeseAs snacks for those tired and hungry crews,Those races where we’d win or lose,They’re all shadows now, just old, old news.But sometimes, my mind’s eye seesThose telltales fly, and my heart agrees,I’m still infected…with the sailor’s “disease.”And in my dreams, I set all sail,We heel, I brace against a rail,No fear, close-hauled against the gale.Waking with fingers stiff and old,It’s only dreams, my story’s told,But friend, within my soul I…
