As I sit at break of day
Along the old wave swept quay
I examine the stones set so neat
That support my world worn tired feet
How marvelous they gleam with mounting spray
These stones that make up the ancient quay
Trodden by those of years untold
Fearful, glad and the the bold
To the sea they did scan
Embarking on a mortal plan
Adventures before them they went to seek
New lands, new sights that were most unique
How I wish I could have joined their band
A yearning soul on forgotten quay I stand
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