CAPTAINSHIP
By Ronald Boynton, Army
Writing Type: Poem
It has been said that each of us is the captain of his ship.
I sailed to the taverns and became a drunk.
I sailed to the race truck and became a gambler.
I sailed in on gossip sessions and became one.
I sailed to the house of ill repute and became one.
I sailed my ship to all these and more; I feared nothing.
I headed my ship for the Bermuda Triangle.
And, as others before me, sank down to the deep,
deep bottom.
Then I felt the warm hands and hearts reach down to
the depths
And salvage all that they could.
It is a big job.
We were not lost. We were there all the time,
Just waiting for God
And all mental health personnel for their much-needed
attention.
They are the richest people I know in the world.
For you have salvaged many of God's true treasures.
Notes: Joyce Wright
