The Ship Of My Words Is Sinking
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The ship of my words is sinking;
The book of my days, deluged.
My remaining hours are shrinking
With the weight of the cargo, huge.
Vainglorious were the thoughts,
That could fasten me to you;
And wicked are the draughts
One could serve, to keep me true.
But the eye of mind is blinking;
And the storm of self, it brews,
And the heavy coins are sinking,
That the stolen heart eschew.
There's love that's bought with gold,
That's hardly worth the keeping;
Though bound, with bonds to hold
Through grasping hands, is seeping.
And the ship is over loaded;
And the book has a missing page-
When the hours have all eroded,
It's death, who'll pay the wage.
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