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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required century later in a watery grave souls of the elite as well as peons float about the wreckage boarding in Southampton Dad carried jewels to sell in the States I, just a teen, came along to see the sights Dad’s money purchased rooms on the top tier artistically designed ball room was aglow bright lights, sumptuous food and fancily-clad dancers in my youth, I cared naught for such things down the stairway I flew to see the lower class strumming guitars and telling raunchy jokes but the joke was on me it seems suddenly, the boat hit an iceberg on the lower level I was trapped screams were heard above as passengers sought seats on lifeboats not enough room, fear ignited ship took on water; we felt it first still trying to find a way to the top deck once there, I saw Dad had left me behind lights were still on as the boat tore in half on the bow I stood with a small crowd as into the icy waters we dropped tried to swim; the sea was too cold on my maiden voyage, much like the ship, I succumbed as screams faded my spirit so lively, it could not die with 1,517 others my soul was held captive below New York was not our final destination Dad made it to the Big Apple no family with him as he made his financial deal what he earned fell short of what he lost century later in this same watery grave souls of the elite as well as peons float about the wreckage, praying for release *Entry for Tracie’s “My Heart Will Go On” contest Written March 29, 2012
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