Tale Of The Seafarer Poem by Antonio Liao

waves of penny reach to the seashore, wind of
hands calling to land in the air, perhaps the sun
would not set it down, for the lonely cub waited
tell the dawn stand for high

as the night has touches the ground the birds
want to fly in the sky, goggling the wealth the
Seafarer, want to standby, sweetly and swiftly take
the apathy off the sand, reaches the shore to land

look the pocket full of Barr, Denar, Dollar make
no sense happiness pokes to say and dirty lady make
the way, though money made things crazy; as the
club night seems so lonely in a day

all seems flying in the breeze, floating like a seagull,
seeing even the eye is blind, hearing without
touching where to hide, puzzle every move,
showing to know the way the whiten clouds in the
clear sky

oh! listen as i leave, watch as you cry, follow no
more, my hurtful tremble cloth, loose my pocket
and fool my soul, the penny makes sense lost my
strength, until the end

the sea leads and guides me so dearly, adds my
muscle to find the prey as it goes to drain, yet!
satisfactions pose a grief, now leave me with empty
body for what all i need is the rainy day

may you come in my pocket, with my whole life
happy and bless my special return, nor wait for full
of penny, but a better of bitter regret i owe....