Fickle Fate - Poem by Damian Cranney
Mary Marion Williams,
is one of twenty three,
rescued and surviving
the North Atlantic sea,
Fate is a fickle friend,
to have upon your side,
For if destiny is written,
there's no need to have a guide.
Mary believed in fate,
so had no fear at all,
when on that dreadful night,
the steward gave a call,
"abandon ship, we're sinking",
He rapped outside her door,
As if to emphasize the danger,
An explosion, threw her to the floor.
She did in no way panic,
Just picked herself up and dressed,
Paused for a moment,
to root inside her chest,
Retained a small object,
leaving all the rest.
Making her way to the deck above,
the ship began to list,
she was struggling up the gangway,
when someone grabbed her wrist,
Do not worry ma'am, a voice above her cried,
We'll pull you up quite safely,
I know you will, he heard her say,
My time is not due yet,
I have fate upon my side.
she was helped to a lifeboat,
by a member of the crew,
and looking round, she found she'd joined,
the other twenty two,
Fate took a hand again,
for our lucky ladyship,
She was picked up the very next day,
by a Royal navy ship,
Who just by chance or maybe fate,
Happened to be passing by,
upon that very date.
This poem is a work of imagination, any likeness to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
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