I walked on those decks And tripped on those bolts, Ran my hands on those walls Left this feeling in my bones. These holes and cracks Told me an ancient tale Of that boat at the dock 1832, it set sail. Aye captain! The boat left the shore The pink yellow waters Had a new sunrise in store. With the winds strong and weak And the high and
poemcommunity
Poetry Corner: The Essence Of All Sciences
If you know the value of every article of merchandise, but you don’t know the value of your own soul, it will all have been pointless. You’ve come to know the fortunate And the inauspicious stars, But you don’t know whether you yourself are fortunate or unlucky. This, is the essence of all sciences- That you should know who you will
