Long for the Ocean
  

   The old man sits as usual on the terrace overlooking
   the bay of Cascais, the weather is hazy to today take
   his reading glasses off, still cloudy but less so.
   Three ships anchored waiting for a pilot to navigate
   into Lisbon, Cascais has no harbour but a marina
   full yachts and sailboats belong to the wealthy, he went
   there once and was not impressed, too expensive
   for his pocket, ok, it is possible he felt a bit resentful.
  The old man sighs he spent 30 years in the navy
  and the oceans were his friends most of the time,