I was sitting and thought about the TITANIC and
wrote this poem.
A ship of song and dance.
Wine, unsinkable, a bow chrome lance.
Frolic we did on Sabbath day.
ICEBERG AHEAD ! a cry of fray.
On my knees praying loud.
That sound of a tearing shroud.
Iceberg waters flooded in.
Forgetting the Sabbath, our sin.
Many died that frightful night.
My prayers, a lifeboat n sight.
Cold, yet still having life.
Like Noah, our ship out of sight.
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