I have always arrived
On this side of the river
When the boat is gone
I am not bothered for
The journey to the other side
Need not to be made in a hurry.
Although a traveller takes not
His luggage wit him as
He must leave them home
There's is need for any man going
To be sure those he is leaving behind
Can fend for themselves.
Some men may happily leave
But in a derelict boat to cross
Others sadly leave
With the best of yacht
Either way these travelling men
Are sequestered on the other side
Only to be seen no more
And this is the mystery of life.
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