He has been
Many places
In ships
That cross the sea,
He has studied varied faces,
Has tasted mystery,
In Oriental cities
He breasted
Monstrous pities
And to all
Fleshly pleasures
Known the key.
Now,
Paralyzed,
He suns himself
In charity’s poor chair –
And dreams
That women he has left
Lament him
Everywhere.
To all seafarers now sunning in charity’s chair,
Here’s hoping the holiday was safe
and the world treats you kindly.
Peace,
Ten
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