Life Lessons From a Retired Pirate (part 3)

Where are the women who swoon for their men?
I'm like a young roaster who can't find a hen
maybe I'll find her around the next bend
the lonely has made me the master of Zen...

And I talk to the stars just like an old friend
I speak with my shadow when there's an ear to lend
I tend to the flowers, a message I send
speak with me woman at my dignity’s end...

I speak with you lovers with jealous contempt
you smashed all my dreams and I'm some how exempt
from the ladies who turn to another they tempt
I'll get up and give it another attempt...

And I talk to the stars just like an old friend
I speak with my shadow when there's an ear to lend
I tend to the flowers, a message I send
speak with me woman at my dignity’s end...

No one's around to help carry this stone
the spiral get tighter at the end of the cone
I reap from the ground the seeds that I've sewn
so I sit here and write this poem alone...

And I talk to the stars just like an old friend
I speak with my shadow when there's an ear to lend
I tend to the flowers, a message I send
speak with me woman at my dignity’s end...