The Wooden Coffin
Set adrift in a wooden coffin,
Would I see her again? I wondered often.
Surely this sea will take me in under,
Yet I sail for fame and plunder.
As many before and many after,
I have seen the sorrow and then some laughter.
To erase that which has crossed my eyes,
I stare into a darkened sky.
This sky seems dark and dreary,
And as I stare it makes me weary.
Fire! Is heard all around,
But to this wooden coffin I am bound.
Do I burn or do I swim,
With each choice I cannot win.
As the boat begins to fill,
Into the sea I fall by will.
To get my mind off the cold,
I think of the joke that a mate has told.
Holding on to this wood,
Let go now? I think I should.
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