He drinks more
& thinks less
He dreams of lost
Days chasing a ball
With the Sun
On his back
He walks on the beach
Watching young women
Stretching on towels
& feels silly
He talks too much
& when other men leave
He feels ashamed
He watches his death
Rise over the rim
Of the world & hears
It whisper in his ear
Be brave my son
Be brave
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