Homer's beachIn my youth I was a sailor,
The member of a crew.
We sailed the Seas of Make-belief,
On ships unseen by you.
But as we lay ashore one day,
A comrade to me said:
"This is the isle where dreaming ends.
The real world lies ahead."
I watched with grief my shipmates change.
How they grew out of reach,
Then casting off and leaving me
Alone on Homer's beach.
Poetry by Maglor
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Written on 2005-05-25 at 18:49
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