Friendship,
Akin-ship,
There’s
been a lot of been-ship.
A
lot of shipmates sailing together
Until
the waves broke vessels down
And
carried us through different sounds.
How
many wrecks upon the shoals
Of
opportunity and goals?
Once anchor-bound by a tether
Until
this wave crashed, that one rose.
Ah,
the different seas we chose.
Ahoy
there, mate, crossing the bar,
We
parted in the ports flung far;
At
many harbors and much bad weather,
Washed
ashore by ambition or pride,
It’s
on such rocks old friendships died.
Now
this old sailor home from the sea
Is
grounded by age and apathy
Without
a gull of matching feather.
We
were too focused on our fishing trips
And
missed the lighthouse to true friendships
Photo: “Crossing the Bar”
by the author, 1969
5 comments:
I can certainly relate to this one, Larry. I often wonder how I had so many friends in my lifetime, ad so many of them are simply in the past. Didn't help that I've been on the move my entire life. Nice write, my friend!
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Hello.
So sad that no lasting friendships were ever formed despite all the experiences at sea.
Powerful imagery, especially the ending.
Congratulations too on receiving the award for Rally Wk52!
Thanks for sharing & visiting. Much appreciated.
Woman As My friend And Lover
brilliant poem one I personally can relate to having moved quite a lot but having a father who was a seaman and soilder loved the whole flow ...thank you so much
bold, cool sentiments on friendships.
Thanks for sharing.
bold, cool sentiments on friendships.
Thanks for sharing.
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