They called him Captain Ron,
no-one knew if he had ever been to sea
or whether his stories were
just his imagination.
He’d sit on the quayside wall
and reminisce
to all or any who would listen
or give him the time of day
If you gazed into his steel grey eyes
you would see a lifetime
of hardship,
but a spirit undaunted,
defiant -
he was a man with little
but his pride,
his memories,
and his tales of the sea.
Spend an hour in his company
and be enthralled,
as he would have you believe in
mermaids, monsters and mayhem!
and he would always
thank you for listening
and shake your hand warmly
in his rough, weathered hand
but would only accept money
payment for his services
as a teller of tales.
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