Sleep, Lord Poseidon,
Deep, everlasting sleep,
While sailors watch with bated breath.
Old planking creaks –
The pitiable splintering sound –
Old planking creaks.
Splintery-kneed old sailor,
Keeps his watch,
With ever a thought of life’s futility,
Where dolphins stay.
But Lord Poseidon never sleeps,
And dolphins play….and play.
Young wears the winged sandals,
holds the winged staff.
When old has cried, “Lost spring!”
young laughs in the verdant bush,
And will dance at wedding and wake alike.