Poetry

Capsized (#574)

A capsized captain with time on my hands.
Adrift without paddles, compass, or map.
So much for exploring unknown lands.
A capsized captain with time on my hands.
What I wouldn’t give to stand on the sands.
Beneath the waves, the sails no longer flap.
A capsized captain with time on my hands.
Adrift without paddles, compass, or map.

Any Thoughts?

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