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.