The Enlightening Encomium of Grinning Garrick Beauregard, Or, a Sailor's Death
No towering, flowering landlocked tree
Will weep for the waning life of thee
Forgive them, friend, they never saw you smile
Forgive them, friend, they never saw you smile
To mistress maritime were you married
For her you lived, so to her be buried
Below the surface of sorrowful sin
Where above there breathe hateful, hollow men
Solar systems spin and endless seas flow
Though they are bereft your supernal glow
Forgive me, father, I can't seem to smile
Since you died, father, I can't seem to smile
Copyright © Jonathan Hurst | Year Posted 2010
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