The tale went something like this…

May I tell you a tale tonight?

A tale that may not be worthy?

May I tell you a tale tonight,

so tomorrow you remember me?

Through the light of the fire, and grit of sand below,

sweeping ocean teasing at your feet, trying to reach a higher shore.

Let me tell you a tale indeed,

of a man who would have swam for thee,

across all the oceans eyes can see.

The tale goes something like this…

He was a man, of fewer words,

and fewer were his wants and needs.

He lived life content,

white picket fence house, wife and kids.

As he grew old, he also knew,

there were many a things he’d have liked to do,

perhaps ‘next time’ he said,

eyes closed against the grey,

letting the ocean of eternity sweep him away.

I did not say this tale was a happy one,

it is the story of a man who lived life barely noticing it.

And the tale went something like this…

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