Will you sail the eternal sea
With all its dangers easily
Or will it be the tempest weathered
That drags your anchor thereby tethered
Navigate with your sextant to your eye
And measure the angle of the sun to apply
So you know your course as it is chartered
Don't be lost on the expansive ocean or be emartyred
And know that ships are safe in their port
But that is not where ships are meant to be or ought.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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