As I started cleaning
The small little room of mine
I found a large dusty box
Lit up by the sunshine

I opened it and got struck
By overwhelming memories of the time
When I used to be fearless and brave
When I used to be in my prime

It contained an old rusty sword
Which was used to be my best companion
Whose sharp and deadly metallic edge
Was enough to destroy the batallion

The box had a golden telescope
Which still worked, to my awe
Its lens was of the finest quality
That made me capable of leading wars

At last, I was unravelled the dress
A fine shirt, pant, hat and a coat
Which truly reminded me of who I was
The fearsome Pirate “Blackboat”

I left that mantle years ago
And now I am not that fit
To bear the name once again
Of a person who wouldn’t ever quit