Too many years spent upon this pier of life...
My naked feet dangling
Barely touching the sea's water;
Way too much salted air in my lungs to breathe
And Neptune just keeps on calling;
Fathomless feeling's are growing dim
As the absence of your sunlight obscures;
Far too many storms fought upon harsher waters...
Loosing hope in all that matters;
Davy Jones locker is somber this day
As time cries on
And destiny follows;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad, the pull of time and destiny.. well brought out..