She told me to be careful with her <br />She told me not to be so rough <br />But why did she fail to mention <br />How without her It'd be so tough? <br /> <br />What’s worse than constant scrutiny? <br />Knowing that she’s feeling pain too <br />On my ship is only the stench of mutiny <br />And I wonder, can I stand against my crew? <br /> <br />Sailing, Sailing, on top of a waterfall <br />Steering right towards danger <br />Towards the damn near biggest I ever saw <br />And right now I feel like a stranger <br /> <br />So I unsheathe my cutlass <br />Awaiting the pending clangs <br />My crew may think I’m gutless <br />But bombs do go out with bangs <br /> <br />Shiver me timbers and batten me hatches <br />Where did I happen to put me matches? <br />I can’t make an impact take all of them with me <br />If I can't rig this ship and explode now quite simply <br /> <br />As they make their charge with a roar <br />I think of time past and days of yore <br />What did I do wrong again? It doesn’t matter now <br />I bid thee goodnight good sea, and leave with a bow <br /> <br />(7/12/05)<br /><br />Sean Furlong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-to-thee-captain/
