Bravery

Usher in all life´s glory,
be it all beyond all folly.

Old in Gloucester one day, too late to life,
but still a swarm in line of site.

With one breath to be the last,
gather your strength for that cast.

Throw that net once more,
fish again before that perfect storm.

Aboard the Sorrow - every catch - a sign,
of how splendid was your time!

I sail now through 'morrow,
Until that storm takes your SORROW!

ELPH© June 29, 2011

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