One day, and it will come (no doubt),
My ship will perish... Disappear...
I don’t remember how she came about.
I won’t remember when she leaves the pier.
And so I stand, in front of roaring ocean,
Unable to predict the tide,
When ghastly wind turns fear to emotion,
And proud sail turns my dreams to pride.
I don’t regret, for I lived through my failings.
I don’t despise, for I forgave my foes.
I lived and loved like roses through steel railings!
And... I am still in love from tip to very toes!
August 2006
Epitaph
© Copyright: Евгений Касевин, 2007
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