The Lone Sailor

-A dignified sailor poem in a different day and age.

There he or she stands, seabag in hand, alone aboard a ship.

Young sailor, old sailor, on the docks looking to take a dip.

Everyone has moved on to gray old hair, but there stands a statue, of the lone sailor to share.

It’s like a moment in time that you soak in all alone.

It’s like calling from the edge of the earth with no phone.

The good old days, memories gone by, boarding the ship, studying the ways of war, from sun down to sun up.

Alone in a room floating on memories of good and bad days.

Sailing the rough seas watching eagles fly.

Get up, new sailors, and don’t give up the ship.

It’s a battle everyday, so stay on guard.

Far beyond, in a distance at midship, the water is deep and the waves are massive, but no one survives at sea by just being passive.

You’ve got to fight, be wise, and stay alert, because every night alone, helps you appreciate your hard work.

Sadly you must let go of what you left at home, you must be patient and do your time. Because of you there’s a trail with a light and compass for the next generation to find.

So this poem is for you the lone, lone, sailor, because when you’re young, you may not understand that he or she who stands alone must find a belief in something greater.

Trust in a higher power, and in the end you’ll see, that in God we trust is the true magic of a supernatural belief.

When the hearts of men are tested, the lonely sailor floats at sea, rising to the occasion for those yearning to be free. 

The Lone Sailor