This quick poem is based on an anecdote told to me by a fisherman.
It’s just what you do in this town
‘It’s just what you do in this town.
I know more who’ve been out at sea
I remember my old neighbour
Having a hospital appointment in Torquay.
It’ll be the first time I’ve left Brixham
In forty-eight years, he said,
On something other than a boat . . .
The next time I guess
Will be in a coffin’.