In the town where I was born,
Lived a man who sailed to sea,
And he told me of his life,
In a yellow Submarine,

He would sail all the way,
All alone beneath the tide,
And he forgot about his life,
The one he led with his wife,

Many years had passed along,
He became lost and then was gone,
And I said to him Hello,
He was one - lonely fellow,

He drifted far - all the way,
Memories drained day by day,
Today he is beneath the rocks
Where the Gods have his docks,

In the Ocean is where he died,
Many years - he once had strived,
Although forgotten - he'll never be,
This man I knew - he sailed to sea,


LOL - I honestly don't know how this poem sounds - I just started writing kind of like freestyle (if you will). I'll just submit, and see what it turns out as. In case you didn't notice - the first paragraph is from a Beatles song!