Young Man He

I wrote this in 1980 on the ship in the header I was working on

( and where I met my wife)

Young Man He

Drowns his troubles

Spends his time

Swam his life

Over buzzes and rhymes

Young Man He

Takes it all—Let’s it cook

For that far swum day

He feels the Old Man’s Hook

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