Do Not Go Down With The Ship

Do Not Go Down With The Ship short poem

Captain, my Captain, find another ship,

You need not hit the bottom on this rig,

Born in this sea, this fateful maiden trip,

Make not your cradle be your grave to dig:

Sleep not, hear not the siren’s lullaby,

But hum the Naiad’s tune in streams back home,

Your lady waits, and may in sorrows cry,

Should we all turn to be the ocean’s foam:

All History cares not how well we sailed,

It’s what we’ll land upon, that soon would count,

Of all the odds, against which we prevailed,

To bring the booty home is paramount:

We lost our ship, but never will our will,

Heed not the sorceress, the curse she dares,

Have hope, and let your heart with courage fill,

We still could swim, if we have to, who cares:

We’ll sail a thousand lives, but all in naught,

If not finding from what, and whence we roamed,

As life we tread, in its purpose, distraught,

Sad elegies, just annals of the doomed:

Sail on Captain, set sail on this new ship,

To quests more glorious, nothing makes us kneel,

But mark, that as tide turns, and fortunes dip,

Life counts much more than all these pounds of steel.

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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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A refreshing change @Reyvrex_Reyes from the theme of love which dominates your writing.. Excellent bit of writing!

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