They say the ice will hold <br />so there I go, <br />forced to believe them by my act of trusting people, <br />stepping out on it, <br /> <br />and naturally it gaps open <br />and I, forced to carry on coolly <br />by my act of being imperturbable, <br />slide erectly into the water wearing my captain's helmet, <br />waving to the shore with a sad smile, <br />"Goodbye my darlings, goodbye dear one," <br />as the ice meets again over my head with a click.<br /><br />Edward Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-farewell-8/
