He lived for as long as was meant to be
Just a pause in a full and lovely life
No angel glow, no grand moments to see
Gold Christmas lights near his face, a forced glee
His marbled hand rests peaceful, free from strife
Betrayed memories of a time carefree
The old blisters from a life spent at sea
Gnarled yet powerful, honed sharp as a knife
Powered vessels to Venice and Capri
A proud giant with Viking ancestry
Spun tales of pirates and gypsy nightlife
While carving pipes from a hollowed-out tree
He met many a king, prince and marquis
Yet always sailed home longing for his wife
Love that only dry land life could set free
The love of life, his lasting legacy
From baby to man to just past midlife
He lived for as long as was meant to be
No angel glow, no grand moments to see
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