sail
Found this today upon the ground,
just something somebody wrote,
A few lines not very profound,
A tale of a man and his sailing boat,
About the wind in his hair,
And the ebb and the flow,
Off the tides of his life,
The fact that perhaps he should have taken a wife
No children to share
No cross to bear
Just an open sea, heading nowhere.
His thoughts were shrouded by a mist,
The echos of his mother voice
Telling him he had the choice,
To break the chains that bound him down,
Or to carry on answering to his fathers fist,
A scream erupted from deep within
It was time to to discover what might have been,
So he took to his boat with no cross to bear.
Just an open sea heading nowhere,
seeking someone to share!
Thirty years later our man stood alone
He had found no wife to enhance his life,
His thoughts were hazy and unclear
His existence wasted,
The life he craved the passion he sought
Were just another passing thought
There is no moral, or end to this tale
Our man still lives in his solitude,
His mind is closed his lust has vanished
All he has is his loneliness and a boat in which to sail
James L Comerford
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem