Last Journal Entry

Last Journal Entry short poem

The coldest wind which fills my sails

Sent colder chills throughout my spine

As now the rigging grimly wails

That mast seems willing to recline

The taut sinews binding my bones

I felt tighten into a knot

We’re on this strait, that chart disowns

And even God may have forgot

The land seemed farther than it’s been

Too far than dawn which is to break

In doomed contest lie in between

Me and my ship, should one be weak

My ship! Fail not ahead of me

We’re not to know how deep these graves

Rally your strength, all that can be

For I’ve resolved to ride the waves!

Should Fate prevail and sound our call

Mark that we’ve fought, and fought so well

Against great waves, never felt small

Nary we’ve bent our knees to knell!

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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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