I've been to most places,
yet I haven't seen any places.
Six months for a day off;
a day I'll eat and drink,
meet my friends at an eatery;
teary eyed I hear my loved ones on the phone;
my eyes dry up as talk turns to accounts,
of calculations gone right and wrong.
When I’m at sea I’m back to sea.
It has a way to smoothen the rough,
I look at sea and feel at ease.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have described a sailor's heart very effectively. What a poem and what a depiction! Great imagery. Thanks for sharing...