|Here's a little ditty for|
A sailor lost at sea,
An Irishman, most sorely missed
By friends and family.
He'd reached the prime of life when he
Encountered Davy Jones,
And now all that is left of him
Are tears and scattered bones.
He lives in those he left behind,
His loved ones and his mates,
And as they die, he'll die again,
Conjoined with many fates;
Until at last his being, with
A brief, unuttered sigh,
Will yield its presence peacefully,
And bid the world goodbye.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon