AT EIGHTY BY EDWIN MORGAN
Push the boat out, companeros,
Push the boat out, whatever the sea.
Who says we cannot guide ourselves
through the boiling reefs, black as they are
The enemy of us all makes sure of it! Mariners, keep good watch always
for that last passage of blue water
we have heard of and long to reach
(no matter if we cannot, no matter!)
In our eighty-year-old timbers
Leaky and patched as they are but sweet
Well-seasoned with the scent of woods
Long perished, serviceable still
In unarrested pungency
Of salt and blistering sunlight. Out
push it all out of the unknown!
Unknown is best, it beckons best,
Like a distant slap in mist, or bells
clanging ruthless from stormy buoys.
PUSH THE BOAT OUT
Don't listen, zip-up that wetsuit
And splash that half mile
Surf on silver ribbons of water
White horses being born every minute
Some of them are kelpies
Shaking their green, flowing manes
Amongst the tangles and mermaid purses
Hey, Ho, pound the waves, push
Surf, dip, dive.
UNKNOWN IS BEST
A stranger is a lover you don't know yet
Through a stowaway meeting, you can find
A friend, a lover, the father of your future kids.
Be kind with everyone, unknown situation
it's could be called another New adventure in the stream of your wacky and fruitful life.