This poem is written in tribute to my father-in-law who passed away November 28th.
For sixty-nine long lovely years the Captain manned the helm; he caused the boat to keep afloat while guiding through his realm. Through cloudy days and stormy seas the Captain stood steadfast; with great aplomb he found the calm and gentle seas at last. With first mate and the crew aboard the Captain in control, the vessel sailed through life unveiled, and dignified it’s very soul. But two years last the first mate passed, the Captain lost his will; the crew emerged at first mate’s urge, and guided ship with skill. A sad day in November’s chill the Captain did depart to join first mate at heaven’s gate; the boat now moored with bleeding heart. _______________________________ Rest in peace, Captain November 30, 2018
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