master mariner

Master Mariner.

I’m leaving next week going back to sea;
my last voyage before handing in my oars.
“But aren’t you a bit…?” Too old, you
mean. Not at all, had a facelift in Rome,
Italy and a new hair transplant in Argentine
The ship too has been painted, no one will
notice that she’s a bit aged; was her master
back in 42, when the Atlantic crawled with
u-boats. I’ll do all the navigation at night
and wear sunglasses during the day, don’t
worry about me I’ll be fine, look forward to
feel her moving under my feet once again.
“So what are you doing here in the park?
Feeding ducks out of date Danish pastry.”