DC  A Pirate, Looking at 50 !!

Mother ocean, I have heard you call, Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all. Watch the men who rode you, Switch from sail to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure that few have ever seen, most of them dreams.
Yes, I am a pirate 200 years too late. The cannons don't thunder there's nothing to plunder I'm an over 40 victim of fate..
Arriving too late.  Now I've done a bit of smugglin' I've brung my share of grass. I've made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast, It was Never meant to last. Well  I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks, But I've got to stop wishing, Got to go fishing'
I'm down to rock bottom again. With just a few friends