But I won't heed it any more. The sound this old sailor responds to comes from across the sea. A ladies voice from long ago that I use to call on leave. Now beckons me to venture home. In spight of my younger days and careless ways.
Youth can be so mean.
The wild seed I sown must now be nearly grown. I did not leave her alone just with all the responsibility. Now in a message she says I'm what she needs. I really want to believe what I read and that magically all will be well. I'm higher than from any spirits I use to drink.