The Single Handed Sailor Poem by Phil Ward

I am the intrepid sailor and I cruise the open sea,
I sail the way the wind blows but it's all the same to me,
What people think I do aboard come day on week on year?
‘sides drifting around the oceans it really isn't clear,
And if I ask that question to myself I find it hard,
To get an honest answer cos I'm always on my guard,
Against my lack of understanding, comprehension of this place,
The motives of the people that they call the human race,
So I go to sea to get away for peace and harmony,
And I live at one with nature and leave the lubbers be,
My life is tough, I know it's rough but I've found my inner self,
And as long as I'm quite able and I'm lucky with my health,
I'll carry on regardless in search of what I find,
I'm just that sort of person, quite unique, one of a kind.