He had given an earTo any harebrained idea-
Laborious facial ticks weighing
Gold mines, health care products
And safe combinations.
An old sea dog never
Got to sea, but he might have
If he ever wanted to
And he’ll tell you in a second
That he didn’t.
Never mean but inflexible,
Horny- like he might have
Been a seaman, but he wasn’t,
He played dominoes
And drank.
In the Bradford, eating
Chowder through a blithe full grin,
He explained to me
The use of a widow’s watch
And stories
We might have been
Disorderly.
E. Charles Rolwing III 