Atop the glassy surface
Of the local pond
A child sits in a canoe
Just a canoe to me and you
But listen to his heart race
Hear his whimsy-song
It’s a pirate’s life for him
His ship is alive with a vim
Yo-ho, the sea is calling
Hoist the colors high
Signal with a cannon-blast
The new captain’s era is nigh
Watch – the scene is enthralling
Face beaming with pride
I see the things his mind cast
His sword swooping from side to side
When was my last sea-battle?
Facing all my foes
Newspaper hat and a stick
To my edge of mind these thoughts wick
Now each of my joints rattle
Aching from the mist
How I wish I could go back
This new captain has all I lack
December Rose 
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