They
say I’ve lived a lifetime,
But it only seems to me
That
I’m but a speedy craft
Which has crossed a narrow sea.
I
was launched so long ago,
From childhood’s happy shore;
But
modern ways to navigate
Have quickly brought me o’er.
They
say my end is nearing –
That I’m condemned (to die);
Ah,
well; my sail was pleasant,
Tho’ oft the seas ran high.
June
6, ‘90
(Crossed out in first volume of early poems.)
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