The Sailor Poem by James Comerford

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Found this today upon the ground,

just something somebody wrote,

A few lines not very profound,

A tale of a man and his sailing boat,

About the wind in his hair,

And the ebb and the flow,

Off the tides of his life,

The fact that perhaps he should have taken a wife

No children to share

No cross to bear

Just an open sea, heading nowhere.



His thoughts were shrouded by a mist,

The echos of his mother voice

Telling him he had the choice,

To break the chains that bound him down,

Or to carry on answering to his fathers fist,

A scream erupted from deep within

It was time to to discover what might have been,

So he took to his boat with no cross to bear.

Just an open sea heading nowhere,

seeking someone to share!


Thirty years later our man stood alone

He had found no wife to enhance his life,

His thoughts were hazy and unclear

His existence wasted,

The life he craved the passion he sought

Were just another passing thought

There is no moral, or end to this tale

Our man still lives in his solitude,

His mind is closed his lust has vanished

All he has is his loneliness and a boat in which to sail

James L Comerford