A Sailor At His Best

 

The Lone Sailor

A sailor I was meant to be 

Even though I was not the best at sea

Water is me 

And a place I need to be

I look from my perch to the West 

But I sit in the East where I would rather be

When I die the place I would rather rest

Is the sea where I find the peace to be

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3 Responses to A Sailor At His Best

  1. Albert Jentzsch says:

    A pearl.

  2. Don Storch says:

    Thanks Al. We are on the same page!

  3. norman says:

    So much is said and felt with so few words.

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