A sailor lay dying
in an old sailors home
no family about him as they had long gone
and he cast his mind back to the days he had seen
and tried to remember the places he'd been
from the cold northern seas
to the south seas so warm
he remembered the tramp ships
that went for so long
and the islands so green and filled with birdsong
of shipmates some good
and shipmates some bad
and all of the wonderful times that he had
of loves that were gone and promises made
to be lost like a breeze in a southerly trade
he heard a voice whisper
I think that he's gone
but he knew in his
mind that his memories lived on
for the pull of the sea will never let go
and the old sailor sighed and just went with the flow.

Author unknown.