The Sailor’s love for the sea started at the age of thirteen.
From there he embarked upon a journey,
wondering what his life might end up being.
A mighty crew, and a great Captain too boot, they sent forth, looking for all the loot.
By the age of nineteen, the Sailor saw a lot.
From drunken fights which ended with no love lost,
to great bouts of strength between rivals a plenty,
while losing not much,
from great storms waged with such might,
and lovely beauties who roamed the night.
Yet the Sailor was not happy,
seeing the world was full of plenty,
an ache for the soul,
which left him to toil.
He set off at first light,
without any worry nor fright,
to look for an adventure, an Odyssey,
and look for his own Penelope.
High and low he scoured,
looking what his heart desired,
even went to the countryside,
for by chance his heart could reside,
in need of desperate respite.
Yet he could not give in,
to the trouble burrowed deep within,
an ache he missed,
a way out of the mist.
Once he came back he worried,
what would they think or would they leave in a hurry?
Just then the Captain saw him and said,
“The sea is great, plenty of opportunity,
so don’t you worry, the sea holds aplenty.”
And then he saw the Truth,
to have such a crew,
the mighty Captain too,
is when he knew.
The sea in its eternal blue,
holds many clues,
for those who seek,
amongst the wreckages,
treasures can lie within different avenues,
and still look for the great Muse.
