Salvage

"SALVAGE" My life was full of hard knock questions Looking for answers in fickle reflections Fishing for a mainland crew of three There was always the romance of the sea. But lonely sailors dock for beer and bed Mixing shame and content, I got a full head With company some views are never mellow My favorites include a vision from The River Yellow One day I got this message, saying my absence was better Nearly drowning from the words in their painful letter Missing petty arguments at home, I valued the wrong type of junk The loss of purpose and family forced me to capsize, I sunk At the bottom of the river was a spot in the shallow I stared to make sure it was not something sickly or sallow. It could have been a memory in gold My wife, my daughter, my son of old Within my grasp were promises embedded My true love back then was the only one I wedded It was my history forlorn, denying my devotion. I surfaced rediscovering commitments to the ocean The man with whom I bargained, sold I was grateful to have back the life of the bold He gave me a whole new ship, for coin and extra space. And now dubious reflections are those of saving grace.