Jul 9, 2023
Cape Horn
How many ships, I wonder,
lay at the bottom of Cape Horn?
their wooden hulls in splinters,
their sails stained and torn,
the skulls of long lost sailors
whose descendants went unborn,
their wives and mothers weeping
forever wondering, forlorn.
And yet they kept on coming
like the sunrise every morn,
loathe to break some solemn oath
or mighty quest to scorn,
driven by the lure of fame
or pledge to country sworn,
but how much sorrow is enough
before a dream is worn?
-GeorgeFilip
