The bounty is too weighty
The tide is salty raw
I spy a dozen drunken sailors
Dancing along the shore
The time to look is over
Now’s time to band as one
Whilst the ship is anchored
We row towards the sun
Charged to store our booty
Deep in nature’s caves
We fight and often win
And triumph with the waves
We could steal an army
Stow her in the hold
Yet my sight is fading fast
And I fear for growing old
The breath I take is shallow
I gasp heavy with the breeze
I feel the night sky so starlit vast
And stumble loaded to my knees
My bones feel dead and weary
My skin feels dry like coal
Soon I’ll trust no more to tell the sea
I play this dreadful battle rôle
© Sean P. Ransom 30/6/2020