I met an old man by the road,
Shakingly yet sturdy strode.
Shimmery crown adorned his head
The wrinkled skin ran across embed.
'I am blessed', he said.
' Many are gone', deep laid.
Those eyes brimmed a thousand tales,
Which await the strenuous sails.
His smile made my heart glad,
The past glories in full clad.
Barefoot he plod; the cold doesn't kill
As he mount the steep hill.
The blurry cloud descended.
As I turn back and headed
To the path of fresh trail,
A dint of the old man behold the dale.
I saw a child sitting on a seawall
She had her legs tucked in to her chest with
Her arms wrapped around them talking to a
Beautiful mermaid.
I wondered if it was natural for a water lass
To come to call
As the sun was setting like a fireball.
I thought it must be obvious even to a casual
Observer that her tail sparkled in the water like
An expensive piece of jade.
I saw a child sitting on a seawall.
I couldn't tell if she was small or tall she was
Kinda tucked up in to a ball
Looking unafraid.
I wondered if it was natural for a water lass
To come to call
At just about nightfall.
A passer by said the water lass has been
Coming for almost a decade.
I saw a child sitting on a seawall.
The child and the water lass became friends
After the child's terrible fall as I recall
Which has made the fear of water deep laid.
I wondered if it was natural for a water lass
To come to call?
All in all
I think one day the mermaid will be able to
Persuade her to not be afraid.
I saw a child sitting on a seawall.
I wondered if it was natural for a water lass
To come to call.
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