I am a crusty old sea dog
Or at least I look like one
but you
You
yes you my darling
are
as beautiful as they come.
Picture then, my fabled youth.
Were I the man I am today
I
would have had
courage
in spades
and confidence, burning in my cazzo,
instead of the mere drunkenness
of the lonely
scared witless
of somebody like you.
And you look at me now,
with that same kind of longing glassy eyed look
a look i know
all
too
well and now
have to turn my head away.