The Seafarer

So as to save our souls
And keep the ship afloat,
I need to plug the holes
That time’s worn in our boat.

And so I take some rags
I’ve soaked in candle wax
And cover them with bags
All held in place by tacks.

And then I hear a voice
From deep within the hold,
Which tells me to rejoice
Before I get too old.

But there’s no fear of that;
I’m not some Captain Cat.

Photo by Donald Teel on Unsplash

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