Steady As She Goes

The raucous roar of pounding surf falls gently pon my ears

The morning sunlight warms my skin from face to flat bare feet

Still sailing, cruising, drifting like a ghostship through the years

My crossing near the watershed where death and I shall meet

The curing call of lapping waves alleviates my fears

The morning sea breeze hugs my soul from head to tender toes

Still coasting, floating, wafting in spindrifts of salty tears

My passage into ripe old age now steady as she goes