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The Stow Away A Poem
The Stow Away A Poem I thought it was Coming back to me But it still wants To hide away Like a stow away Going for a ride But not able to pay. I have tried To weather the storm To avoid the fray. I have tried To let the days Just go by. Indeed they have flown And I have stayed In some kind of stasis Of thought. I just cannot Overcome this malaise All I feel is blah! The stow away Going along for the ride Not sure what is more apt A ship or a plane. For both can go far And while I pay For a less lived And conspicuous life I am thankful part of me Is this stow away. Will I emerge At a destination of my choice? How can I give thanks For such a miracle? I could cry That I escaped Without too much harm All I did was forgo Some life and time. Will I be the same? Will I be changed? Will I recognize myself? Will others see? What will they notice About me? Going back To whence I came. If only, if only To see that version Had a place Held for a time But not forever And not always. I thought I could make it Without too much harm Am I there yet? No. Far from. Far from. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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Interesting thoughts my lady , indeed ! But A stowaway, in order to weather the storm , has to get hold f the helm - or the ship to be abandoned Mutiny or Panic must be involved Cheers - P
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'You must abandon ship' I say. Get back to the shore, be safe. Don't feel alone stowing away. I'd worry you'd end up a waif.
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