He had his own fishing boat for many years though he never ventured far out to sea br And from fishing he made a good living enough to upkeep his family br He was born and he still lives near the ocean and the ocean holds no fears for him br But to many it may seem a bit strange that he's never learned how to swim. br br Though he left school young for to fish with his father he's a bright man and nobody's fool br And his son and daughter live in the big city their children in Primary school br Two years ago his wife she died suddenly they had been married for thirty five years br And though for her his grieving is over thoughts of her still move him to tears. br br A year younger than him she felt quite well till a massive heart attack struck her down br And one day he too will go to join her in the grave yard in the sea side Town br He had a wish to be cremated and his ashes spread on the sea shore br But to his wife he must remain true and with her he will lay forever more. br br He sold his fishing boat when his wife died his great zest for life with her died br He now lives on the old age pension and from his cottage he can hear the tide br Rage against the rocks on the fore shore the huge waves they rumble and roll br The immortal voice of the ocean is ever soothing to his soul. br br Last February he turned seventy and the years have left him gray and slow br Still he finds comfort in his good memories of his better days decades ago br Of his beautiful wife and their children but life part of mortality br And the Reaper is now quietly waiting for the non swimming man of the sea.