Titanic's Demise Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

-- * TITANIC'S DEMISE *--

Her passengers, in gaiety
Her fame they did proclaim
Unsinkable.....A Palace
'Grim Reaper' would defame.

Her lights lit up the Harbor
A party going strong
Proclaiming it a fortress,
Nothing could go wrong.

The highest of society
Her cabins did employ
The greatest of Ocean Liners,
Titanic's grandeur to enjoy.

They sailed on 12th of April
The year was nineteen twelve
And only three days later
Atlantic's depths would delve.

'Titanic strikes an Iceberg '
The ticker-tape would splay
But the grandeous Titanic,
Her demise, could not delay.

The lifeboats held 1200
Of passengers and crew
Much less then population,
Why did they hold so few?

Seven hundred twenty patrons
Were rescued from the sea
Such a great disparage
All called out....'How can this be? '

On the deck, They stood so bravely
The orchestra would play
Both Classical and Christian Hymns
Resounding throughout the day.

At 2: 15 on that morning,
All light turned now to dark
'Grim Reaper' swung his mighty scythe
And there, it hit it's mark.

The loss was fifteen hundred
Seven hundred more were saved
So many, now immortalized
As in silence, death they braved.

The mighty ship Titanic,
On Atlantic's bottom lay;
The World would never now forget
When 'Grim Reaper' had his way.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

Ms. Caroline


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