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Salvage

"SALVAGE"
My life was full of hard knock questions
Looking for answers in fickle reflections
Fishing for a mainland crew of three 
There was always the romance of the sea. 

But lonely sailors dock for beer and bed
Mixing shame and content, I got a full head
With company some views are never mellow
My favorites include a vision from The River Yellow 

One day I got this message, saying my absence was better
Nearly drowning from the words in their painful letter
Missing petty arguments at home, I valued the wrong type of junk     
  The loss of purpose and family forced me to capsize, I sunk

At the bottom of the river was a spot in the shallow
I stared to make sure it was not something sickly or sallow.
It could have been a memory in gold
My wife, my daughter, my son of old
 
Within my grasp were promises embedded
My true love back then was the only one I wedded
It was my history forlorn, denying my devotion.
I surfaced rediscovering commitments to the ocean

The man with whom I bargained, sold 
I was grateful to have back the life of the bold
He gave me a whole new ship, for coin and extra space.
And now dubious reflections are those of saving grace.

Copyright © karl marszalowicz | Year Posted 2016

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