a sailor's lament
They say a man's suppose to die when he sees the autumn sun
But I've thrown the dice and stagger forth with what I have become
For daggers thrown and lovers lie in turmoil and in truth
And I'm forgotten with all hope when I was a youth
I say thee not a sword-thrust clean did run me through to bone
With death approaching now I see you reap what you have sown
So carry me not a sailor's death for my life I would behold
To see the end most hurriedly for my story to be told
Copyright © William HAYNES | Year Posted 2025
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