Like An Old and Worn Battleship Hard and Fast Ran Aground

Like An Old And Worn Battleship Hard And Fast Ran Aground Walking wearisome road, dollar in pocket, my knife in right hand nothing in sight but wicked are the many alluring sounds Hard are long nights rest in this dangerous raging land for now nothing, nothing seems to be out of bounds. Like an old and worn battleship hard and fast ran aground with no celebration , no parade, no marching bands Just the hammer blows on and on they wickedly pound at each winching pain, crowd cheers in the upper stands Fork ahead, promises mysteries, be they for good or bad ah but that is the dear spice in life our spirit seeks. Many are the joys, pains and sad regrets I have had yet nothing beats kisses laid on my darling's rosy cheeks. Like an old and worn battleship hard and fast ran aground Off beyond the horizon, again comes that fast flowing sound! Robert J. Lindley, 4-23-2016 Note-- Sonnet written to remind me life holds future surprises , hope and blessings but one must still remember the hard lessons of the past.