The call of the sea

The wind is at my back,
If I could raise a sail,
I would set a course.
Perhaps the winds have changed,
There have been storms
That have endlessly
Battered this vessel,
This ageing vessel.
If my life was a yacht,
There would have been
Many shipwrecks,
Many cries for help,
And many rescues.
And yet,
I must set sail again,
There is a master mariner,
Who calls "courage !"
"Hope !"
"New horizons!".
I have stayed in an uncomfortable berth
For far too long,
Whilst reluctant to set of,
I can no longer stay.
I think I hear the call,
I hope I can.


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