Sailor, Pilot, Poet. Poem by Carl Roussell

They're at the pub sipping liquid courage,
three pints of suds, bravery for the night
even though they know well the old adage,
"Don't try to drink your problems away - fright."
So rest today, tomorrow will take flight,
set sail for the place where mind and soul live,
that island where heart and feeling can give.

See the drunken poet, pen and paper,
the three of them might tell a good story.
Write it, stick to the rhyme, write it proper.
Will the words come in time? They must hurry!
What will the words find in him? Must hurry
before the drink has won the night, do tell
of sailors, pilots and poets - travel.

(C) 2019