Old Moorings Poem by William Bickster
Old Moorings
without light and path
without compass or measure
with no eye to the future
nor link to the past
we sailed
out to sea and free
of old moorings
we left destiny
to chance, and so
we sailed
rudderless souls on a
wreckless journey
laid to fate, we've become
a ship of fools
as we sail
sailing subject to
whatever course
outside forces determine
we are less at liberty
than ever
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