Port

I am 72
Working on
A cruise ship
In the Baltic Sea
Docked in the night
At a small port up early
And one of the first to go
Ashore to explore and after
Several hours of walking around
I head back to the ship where
In the narrow street leading
To the ship I run into my
Last night’s audience
Headed into town so
I tell them they are
Too late, I’ve just
Ate it bare and
Drunk it dry a
Boast they
Laugh at
Hurrying
On into
Town
But it is
A good thing
To joke with one’s
Next night’s audience.
With my peg-leg boot I hop
Aboard the ship’s small boats
Headed ashore at a remote port
And face the worst rough seas
Ever to get ashore then just
As bad lightning back to
The ship hanging on for
Dear life hoping that
Nobody gets tossed
Overboard but keep
Smiling all the time
As am not allowed
To frighten the
Passengers
By word or
Deed glad
To get to
My ship
Cabin
Safe.
And yet
I will risk
Each and
Every port
Or what is the
Point of cruising
The seven seas if
Not the thrill of risk
Taken new things seen.
An adventure in each port.