Protruding pole in the middle
The top look like a keel that light
During the night in the midst of the bay
Your like a swan in the day time heralding
Its huge but gentle to look at its rarity
Seldom ordinary people has own you White
Now I see you move in smooth sailing
With girls and gents wearing sunglasses
The point of your richness and affluency
All eyes looking as you passed by with hope
That one day each has dock you in their dream
You swarm the sea with pride and with brevity
Careful pilot not to trouble the waves with rage
Because you're precious, rare but with worth
It's like a love that only longing for comfort
A pleasure, an adventure to the sea of life.
Categories:
affluency, adventure, fashion, life, sea,
Form: Narrative
As we commerate the great war
thinking of what this world was like
over these past 100 years
sometimes it looks it's been on strike
Has the world changed for the better?
consider the vast changes there's been
so much more affluency and materialism
seems much more knowledge to glean
But it's doubtful we're any better
everything's so fast with no time to spare
nobody's got time for one another
there's a great lack of care
In those days a century ago
each looked out for their neighbour
making sure they were always well
giving to them no lack of labour
Oh to get back to these values
which brought contentment and respect
then we had real true morals
not like todays greed and need to get
But time moves forever on
the future lies there unknown
expect that one day it'll all end
when we'll receive what we've sown
Categories:
affluency, history, memory, war,
Form: Rhyme