Godspeed (an original poem)

In the mist of the mornin'

a man stands on the shore...

a ship is anchored in harbor

as it sails no more...

The man with a sad face

stares at the ship

all battered and broken,

not able for a trip...

But the man

he sees not a ship at shore,

he sees his friend worth dying for!

For the man was no merchant

and rich he was not

but when he bought that ship

his freedom he bought!!!

He sailed and sailed

for months and for years,

on the deck he shed

his blood and his tears.

As the years passed by

and the man got old

thus came the end

to his adventures so bald.

Too old to sail,

too old to be wild,

he sold his ship

and anchored to die.

In the future years

the land he'll call his home

but once that day comes

he will join his friend on the sea... once more... and roam...