Original Titanic Poem

April 21, 2008
Look at the stars in the sky,
Look as they all fly by.
The people on my deck are talking,
All over me they are walking,
As the night breezes by.

The silky smooth starry sea,
Is calling out to me.
The intense cold so bold,
I’m like a man so old,
Yet my passengers are filled with glee.

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