I feel castaway from her
To be abreast and on a maiden voyage once more
Or' the waves and through the windfall
We sauntered ever valiantly
But since I've been washed up
She has no place for me
I can comb the cat or batten her down no more
And while my blood may be thicker than water
My age has left me to become a crank of a man
Many men greater than me took their cut and run
But I stayed on her never rocking the vessel
Just watching the flaky roffle the sails
Until my maiden with her wooden sides
Left me on the shore to become a drifter without the tide
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Invisible Ink
PoezieMy random poetry that expresses my thoughts feelings and experiences. Many of these poems reflect some of the darker times in my life while others celebrate how blessed I have found myself to be. However quite a few of these are not about me. I have...
