Old Fisherman Face Poem by J.B. Eagar

Old Fisherman Face



old fisherman face
where do your musings lie?
a mere glance at the wrinkles
salt and spray have wrought
reflects a world of deep deep blue

old fisherman face
such patience mending nets
feebled hands yet strong
a far off look toward the skies
a limp slowly back home

old fisherman face
can youth be found herein?
lovers long ago have passed
mists have glazed the town
emotionless

if tomorrow my bed lay empty
and my closet turned out
the sea has called, and i
have answered, wearing an
old fisherman face

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