Ulysses - Awake

ULYSSES! AWAKE! Are you not just as much an oar as was the wind that fills misguided sails? Your Ship! Your chart! Your shooting of the stars! Your warriors sick for home you've led them all astray, delivering to cyclops and their play and for the joy of sirens undressed by moonlight for the likes of you. Sleep not dear boy. You must not dream Penelope's untrue, amidst her suitors with your aging dog. Ulysses! wake! Your crew and ship await and you must string the bow for old time's sake. © ron Wilson arbuthnot aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet