The Memoirs of Ol' Captain Mayfair (vol 1)

                       My hands have aged vulnerably,..along with the crescent moon shadows,.. that reflect from the ancient shoreline.  At dusk I present my daily sermon to eager school children,... sordidly gathered along the sandy beaches,. they hem from the local village.   I,. a veteran of foreign wars,..and feebly a master of civil obedience,. do tend to indulge in the fine citrus that inhabits the local region. I walk a familiar radius,..circling the local neighborhood. The vegetable and fruit stands,..provide the necessary means of commerce. I awake at an ungodly hour,.. every quaint and dismal morning,..before the sunrise initiates. My withered bones weakened,..through trivial decades of exposure. Life has been unforgiving in a concrete and relative manner.
                        I have forgiven my family for abandoning me years ago. I took refuge with my comrades amidst the drunken days of sailors,. and midnight socials upon the jetty. I have drank with the finest. A harpoon piercing or two. My limbs dangle beyond compromise. My surroundings have told fables of banished criminals and infertility. It is true that love once played a role in my story.
                    Now,...going back to the early mid twentieth century,...it must of been the Summer of '43 to be exact, well,.. most of you weren't even born yet. I was of my own doing . A reckless trouble maker that frequented the wildest nightspots and watering holes. I was an outgoing son of a bitch,..I do recall,...noticing at the end of the barroom,..the finest female specie I ever laid my sorry eyes on. She was just sitting all by her lonesome,..and I thought,.."by god,..what is a beautiful heavenly creature like that doing all by herself in a place like this"?
                By the end of the evening I had her name,..an address,..and a pair of silk panties to show for the events that transpired between us. Her name was Mildred Frances Conrad,..she passed some years back due mainly to allergies,.. and lethal heart palpitations,..but I'll never forget the way she stared at me when I says to her,.."So where to little honey,?...the way I see it,..it's your place or mine,..from that moment on I knew that she was the one for me. We were together forty- seven years.
                    Well,..all that long lost love and wish wash is neither here nor there now if you ask me.  And god sparingly I'll live to see a hundred,..it don't matter all that much if you ask me.