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The
Last Voyage
The breath of
night slinks
closer to the
quay,
And visions of
the past like
sails unfold;
Time robs the
young like
pirates steal
from prey,
And death
becomes the
stalker of the
old.
The veteran
sailor rests
inside the bow;
His fervid
dreams have
sadly run
aground;
Adventure's
quest no longer
calls him now;
The aged mariner
is homeward
bound.
The shroud of
darkness
tightens like a
grip;
He hears the
anchor dropping
in the deep;
He heeds the
Master's call,
"Abandon
ship!"
He has a date
with destiny to
keep.
But good
seafarers never
really die;
They merely
trade their
sails for wings
that fly.
Copyright ©
1998 Ruth Gillis
"The
Last
Voyage"
received a
Second Place
Award in the
May 2000 issue
of RB's
Poets' Viewpoint
and a First
Place Award in
the
Summer 2001
issue of Bell's
Letters.
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