Driftwood

I'm the sailor
that is a scholar
That no one wants to hire.

Such skies you see-
And the wind in my hair.
What a time this would be
to sail and explore!

So I walk on the sand
By the wave's endless roar;
I wave my hand.
I wait at the shore.

The ships come and go
Without coming ashore;
The days come and they go
From their endless store.

No one wants to hire
the sailor that is a scholar
So I keep building rafts
to send out on the water.
P.L.Rao
31st Dec. 2008