ten years later I ran into him he
was richer than ever
owned his own company drove a Mercedes he
greeted me but his eyes were somewhere else
they were far ahead
looking over an unseen sea
he was captain of his own little ship
plying an ocean
he said good to see you Bud ported
around me and went steaming off
a trim little captain jaunty agreeable
with vacant far-seeing eyes
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