THE LONE SAILOR

By Ed Manning

HE WAS JUST A LONELY SAILOR
STARING OUT TO SEA,
WAITING FOR ANOTHER SHIP
WONDERING WHERE HE'D BE.

THE VASTNESS OF THE OCEAN'S SPAN
WAS PREYING ON HIS MIND.
HE STOOD IN THOUGHTFUL SILENCE
KNOWING WHAT HE'D FIND.

HE'D FIND CONTENTMENT FAR AT SEA
WITH THE DAWNING OF EACH DAY
AND THE ROLLING MOTION OF HIS SHIP
WHILE IT WAS UNDERWAY.

HE'D FIND EACH WORLDLY PORT O' CALL
A DIFFERENT PLACE TO SEE
BUT KNOWING WELL HIS PEACE OF MIND
WAS FOUND FAR OUT TO SEA.

FOR A MAN WHOSE MISTRESS IS THE SEA
CAN HAVE NO SHORE-BOUND LOVE.
HIS LOVE IS DANCING ON THE WAVES
CARESSED BY SKIES ABOVE.

ONE DAY HE'LL HAVE TO LEAVE HIS LOVE
FOR AGE DOES TAKE ITS TOLL
BUT HIS HEART WILL ALWAYS BE AT SEA
WHEN THE BOS'N CALLS THE ROLL.

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