Born too late too sail the seven seas
to find new lands, strange bird,s
gigantic tree's.
There is not much left too discover, no
precious metals or stones for the
common man too uncover. No desert that
has not been trod, no new cultures
no new god!
No mountains left to climb, no new rivers
too unwind, no jungles left too creep for
the common man in the street.
Gone are the days he would sail the world
in ships made just from wood, too take his
God to peoples new for what he thought
the common good. Born too late for all
adventures set in foreign lands, born to
late for a common man.
