She didn’t want me anymore,

She wanted us far & apart,

She said go to your boat,

As she is your first love,

I gotta be honest I jumped at the chance,

My boat for me fit like a well worn coat…

On my coastal trawler I left post haste,

Alone again on the ocean, did not feel a waste,

Born for the sea, in this life there I was placed,

Born of Mother Ocean I have been graced…

Into open water I puttered along,

My range limited, but to the land I waved so long,

Found an island cove, far away from the throngs,

There I could live forever, alone, eating of fruit,

Wearing at most my favorite sarong…