Growing Up

Growing Up When I was eighteen or nineteen, I discovered beer Dance-restaurants and women generous with their wares I didn`t eat sweets anymore which was good for my teeth. Alas, beer made me talk and women laugh I was fun but not in the morning a Jekyll and Hide character, that woman in my bed had to go I needed peace, she had a tarty face and dirt under fingernails, sex, was easy to find in the sixty but life was hollow without love the kind that is restful for the mind. The money it is always about the money, soon I had to go back to sea again the ocean can be beautiful at sunrise But all that water gets a bit boring. And so it went on tedium and fun a carousel of nothingness Till I sat down educated me and liking it. But as I progressed the knowledge I accrued made a distance between my drinking friends and I loneliness was there like a ghost of the past, but for me, the life as a seaman was over.