Nótt casts her cloak
As Sól turns to slumber
My life is lived, long and full,
But as my breath leaves
And ancestors welcome me,
Upon The Old Ship
Where laughter lives
And bards sing
One last drink, I'll have
'Til my horn is empty
And my soul is full
For upon The Old Ship
My memory shall remain
And now, I feast,
With ancestors evermore,
Upon The Old Ship
Have a drink for me!
This poem is dedicated to my favourite pub, The Old Ship Inn.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Don't forget to follow me on Facebook and Twitter!
http://facebook.com/NorthSeaPoet
http://twitter.com/NorthSeaStorm
Also, my debut book A FUNERAL IN EREBUS is now out can be purchased for £7 from this location!
You can also pledge to me on Patreon: http://patreon.com/NorthSeaPoet
