The Southern Bridge 

Polaris is not found behind a desk
A man must look to heaven and he’ll find
The skies will guide if you put faith to test
But how can you see stars if you are blind
The captain of a ship that doesn’t float
Prefers the harbour’s haven and the shore
I wonder why he ever bought a boat
If he’s afraid to travel and explore
At sixes and at sevens are his crew
They signed the dotted line to travel far
But what’s a sailor ever going to do
With captain who can’t navigate by stars
The cargo and the crew will slowly rot
The Southern Bridge with Captain who is not.

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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