These days are deprived
Of the timid joys he once knew
The bloom of gracious nights
Now grind his dreams to a pulp

Slip away
Is the undying solace
Stored in the aft of his mind

He bids farewell
To his young treasured coasts
To the coves of decade’s lost

Jagged shorelines
Shall chime eternally
With summer-lit triumphs
With an angler’s primal joy

These days are drained
Deprived of the blaring lights
Within his stagnant eyes
Forever brimmed, with bygone glory