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The Old Man And the Sea
© Ben Burton 12-19-2014

"I'm troubled by the humbling plight of man's mortality"
The old man said aloud while kicking sand
"Why can't we be as timeless as the soulless, salty sea
Or even as the muddy Rio Grande

"Why must we come and go before we've barely wet a hook
And be adjudged for walking cross the pier
And yet the sea is fortified by rivulet and brook
And waves its cap for many billion years"

The old man wandered to the surf and shook an angry fist
Toward the place where sea and heaven met
"Why must I be accountable for what I can't resist
And be exposed for secrets I have kept?"

The sea like a leviathan with tempest in its wake
Did bellow out producing lightening bolts
"Oh, yes, you come and go and leave a trail of endless waste
And yet, you said yourself, I have no soul

"So give me ninety billion years and triple that times two
Is not a tick of time, you mindless lad
The day will come when I shall dry and earth will perish, too
But still, the Great Unknown will hold your hand"

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