<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365846" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ship To Shore</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you pulled at the wheel with me<br>To steer our fragile ship of state<br>We nosed toward uncharted seas<br>But found our course within a lake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And every where that we did turn<br>There loomed another barren shore, <br>We turned, and then did turn about<br>To find we'd sailed each course before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you would chafe at each restraint<br>And I would rush to catch each squall<br>That filled our sails a little while<br>Before we lay becalmed once more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then you would see each distant point<br>As bearings, where your freedom lay<br>And drive our ship before the storm<br>For day upon each battered day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Til we had sailed on every course<br>That wit or will could still devise<br>While biting tongue and sharp retort<br>Became the language of our lives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At every turn, a shallow reef<br>To wreck the hopes that we had shared, <br>Each tack would bring us near to grief<br>Each luff would leave us near despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then you spied some promised ground<br>And took the boat on that same shore<br>That we had left together, once<br>Though never to return, we swore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ship of state rolled drunkenly, <br>I could not steer, nor go ashore<br>And so each watched the other weep<br>For you would cry, and I implore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Til you rowed back to join the ship<br>But we were fast upon some reef, <br>And soon you turned to carp and wit<br>To speed you on your long retreat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thousand times you made that trip, <br>A thousand times from ship to shore<br>But now the tide's exposed the rip, <br>There's nothing left to journey for.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you may live your life ashore<br>While I attend some new design, <br>Our ship of state once went to war -<br>I burned her to the waterline.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">20 September 1989</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365846" data-title="Ship To Shore de David Lewis Paget" data-description="When you pulled at the wheel with me To steer our fragile ship of state We nosed toward uncharted seas But found our course within a lake. And every where that we did turn There loomed another barren shore, We turned, and then did turn about To ..."></div> </div> </div>

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