Deborah Seale Poet Rhyme

The old sailor's story

You walk the way the wind blows

Or so the story goes.

You rode the waves of blue,

And lived a life with no clue

You blow smoke of tar

And drive a beat up car

You live in built-up walls,

Where twilight slowly crawls.

A fortress made of stone,

To keep yourself unknown.

You traded wind and sky,

To watch the world go by.

But rain taps on the window pane,

To remind you of the pain.

And the wind still knows your name,

Before you quit the game.

You throw the portal wide,

And cast the ghost aside.

Out where the blacktop gleams,

You wake up from your dreams.

You head across the bay,

To find a better way.

You turn toward the east,

The captive soul released.

The engine starts to roar—

You walk the way no more.

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