Sipping coffee on a dewy dull day..
Scratching memory and the remote past,
Or thoughts, for some time put aside may,
Besides relishing, be in a new mould cast
A sad, depressed and a clumsy mind,
Trained and well built with poised equity,
Seeking solace or relief of some kind,
Might turn rhythmic and pen a ditty
Alms in any measure given by a miser
For some gains or penance, on self -perusal,
With dubious concern, possibly make him wiser
Of the living needs, and share the morsel
A heavy dormant soul, sinful or guilty
Awakened at last by the conscience monitory
Could transmute within, the elemental frailty
And signify purging before the journey solitar
The moment and the mood in rare unison,
Urge all chances, checks and changes radical,
To relieve the corporeal burden with jettison
And stop cracks, crashes or wrecks nautical.
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