The Tired Sailor Poem by sookdeo manansingh manansingh

A thousand times i have made this voyage
from shore to shore
now my age has begun to fail
and cannot continue the journey anymore
the recruit of sailors are not yet accustomed
to the rift of the wind
yet willing to get on board
though the sea might be rough
they will find means to remove any fear
and not to be bored

I must return to the land of my birth
to carry the mantra of my parents' dream
I will never forsake my countrymen
to help me shape my vision on thestream
the world to me only the seasons change
but the pattern of waves remains the same
with humility I have great respect
for every culture I made contact with
yet I seek no one fame

the treesupon the mountain are removed
and the citiescontinue to grow
no longer the bull carts and box carts
can be heard since the vehicles
we all have come to know
the children of this age
are now seeing the world
in the palm of their hand
there is no need to move across
a thousand miles when with a button
they now command

I have made a difference to the world
by using my imagination to fly
there is no reason for anyone to lament
once I am born I have to die
the garment of my soul
to cross the ocean of life
into ashes will turn
another brave seaman will take up the flag
and consider every cause for concern