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Foolish Lad
Posted by Ferdinand, Nov 6, 2008. 427 views. ID = 1979
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 | I decided I would invert the order of lines in the refrain and I would like to know if you think it is better. Thank you. |  | This post has been awarded 21 stars by 5 readers. |  | This post is Part 2 of a writing series titled Davy Jones. |
One foolish lad stood on the sandy shore
And longed for freedom of the open sea.
He listened there as breakers loudly roared;
That foolish lad, my brothers, he was me.
For I was sick to tears of permanence,
Solidity as dreadful as the grave.
My soul cried out for vast and distant lands;
I hungered for the rolling of the waves.
Oh! Had I known what terrors lay in wait,
What devils hid beneath the deep blue sea,
Perhaps I would have grasped a solid fate,
And lived a simple life within the lee.
So sing, my brothers! Sing a mournful tune,
Amidst the barnacles and dead men's bones.
As waves are stilled beneath a cold gray moon,
Sink down to murky depths with Davy Jones.
And sing farewell to all the world above,
For I shall see no more my lady love.
Copyright 2008 Ferdinand. All rights reserved. FifteenMinutesOfFiction.com has been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work. For permission to reprint this item, please contact the author.
| This post has been awarded 21 stars by 5 readers. | | This post is Part 2 of a writing series titled Davy Jones. The next part of this series can be found here: Wanderlust. |
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Katie
Nov 6, 2008 | I like very much what you did with the refrain here. :-)
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