Once was the memory as fresh as frozen dew
I stepped back and then over
the rotten log of truth
Now the days are slated
in the absence of the years
Leave me debating on the worthy of shedding salty tears
The oaken deck and floorboards
of my weathered ship
From the sun and salt
have turned to white at the ending of my trip
I left one foot ashore and the other out at sea
Have thus been devided serving two masters knowing that it can never be
I scowled at by the landward winds
Then turned and prayed to us at sea they'd send
So the back and forth of my life
I sadly never let it end
Now the mast has broken
the repairs will never last
Thus I come limping into port
dropping anchor , and holding fast
The dingy is the last ride
on the oars that water drips
I'll not be putting out to sea
It's now the time that R.I.P. s
But be not sad the greatest voyage remains
One a joy to make
that eliminates
the pain
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 8:07 AM UTC
Once was the memory as fresh as frozen dew
I stepped back and then over
the rotten log of truth
Now the days are slated
in the absence of the years
Leave me debating on the worthy of shedding salty tears
The oaken deck and floorboards
of my weathered ship
From the sun and salt
have turned to white at the ending of my trip
I left one foot ashore and the other out at sea
Have thus been devided serving two masters knowing that it can never be
I scowled at by the landward winds
Then turned and prayed to us at sea they'd send
So the back and forth of my life
I sadly never let it end
Now the mast has broken
the repairs will never last
Thus I come limping into port
dropping anchor , and holding fast
The dingy is the last ride
on the oars that water drips
I'll not be putting out to sea
It's now the time that R.I.P. s
But be not sad the greatest voyage remains
One a joy to make
that eliminates
the pain
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