Two Sailors, faithful crew.
No mutineers here, no,
they'll do the bit they signed on for.
So each one takes his orders;
each one stands her watch,
living, working,
knowing, growing,
together,
side by side.
And when the watch is over,
each one returns to quarters,
on a different ship.
And when the day is done
each one is loyal
to a different captain.
Two captains who anchored their
ships for a time,
together,
side by side.
But in due season each ship will sail
a different course.
And these sailors won't
become mates,
but remain
two sailors, faithful crew.
No mutineers here, no,
they'll do the bit they signed on for.
(published by Blueroot
and by Stimulus Respond)
1 comment:
Nicely written poem, but doesn't it give your wife pause for thought?
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