Sailor's Song

October 27, 2011
By ThePoet GOLD, Jacobus, Pennsylvania
ThePoet GOLD, Jacobus, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
Credo qui absurdum est- I believe it because it is absurd.


Brother we were born to swing our cradles
And sleep under beams, dreaming sailors' dreams.
Brother we were born with silver ladles
In our weathered hands, and jack-tars' demands.

Brother we were raised on many oceans,
With as many men, but never women.
Brother we were raised in forward motions.
Never looking back, never pulling slack.

Brother we were men when the world was small,
When the seas were free, full of mystery.
Brother we were men, but even men fall
And sink through the waves, to watery graves.



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