At the end of each day,
An old man stands by the port,
His life, fading away.
His story, far too short.
A shadow in the mist,
Gazes at the horizon,
Untouched by the winds,
Unchanged by the seasons,
The horizon is weeping,
For a man you’ve met so long ago,
He’ll set sail one last time, longing
To say farewell to the world he knows.
Meet him then, before he travels afar.