An old bald one-eyed sailor,
With a wooden leg so true,
Sits near lighthouse, gazing,
At the vast and endless blue.
His weathered face tells stories,
Of storms and battles fought,
Yet in his eye a twinkle,
Of the treasures he has sought.
He longs for the open sea,
Its whispers in the breeze,
A life of adventure and mystery,
On the ever-changing seas.
So there he sits in silence,
Watching the waves roll by,
A solitary figure, timeless,
Beneath the endless sky.
Old sailor
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