POETRY – RHYME


Aeneas Odyssey:

A sailor’s life, for me,
Was a dream that, used to be.
Rolling the ocean, sea,
Forever the wind, blown free.

The cycle of Jove, is complete,
Withdrawal afloat, to entreat,
Monastic study, a new feat,
Martial art training, can not cheat.

Millennium peace, is at hand,
The ships of peace, fully manned.
World fraternity, brotherhood band,
United together, making a stand.