Old Ship

Written by: William Crocker

I feel like an old ship Anchored in the bay, Too old and slow To battle storms Or haul the freight That pays the way. I’ve had my turns On stormy seas And danced on waves That threatened me. I’ve spent my time On misty isles And slept with strangers In lonely ports. I’ve heard the songs That nature sings And drunk the wine Of slower times. . . . Now . . . The journey’s over The mellow, harbor lights Of yesterday Are gone. I’m anchored in the bay And people come to see This old ship Whose memories hang, Like shrouds of rope, Down from the mast. And, younger ships have come To take my place upon the sea.
Written while visiting the ship, "Star of India," in San Diego