Pirates

We’re parrots in the crisp blue sky,

Flapping our wings and hoping to fly.

We’re voyager stars shining bright,

Hoping to triumph the big dark night.

But we’re failing,

Fluttering, falling

Flailing.

We’re trying to live in a utopia forever,

But how are we to measure?

A wildebeest is a poor man’s buffalo,

A lion’s feast.

To see one we must see all

But how are we to watch while being so small?

We strain our necks and squint our eyes,

Trying to feel that happiness prize.

Everyone gives up, all stiff and weak,

Saddened by our chosen destiny,

The priceless treasure lost at sea.

We stare in awe at a young boy,

Frolicking around with a smile of joy.

But how did he see

That glorious bounty,

A child so short as he?

His neck was not sore nor were his eyes creased,

Yet he pranced around merrily with grace and ease.

He felt bad for the others’ jealous staring,

For the gold they desired he was bearing.

How dreary they did seem,

Sullen cheeks and tears that gleamed.

What a pity, the sad songs they sung,

For they were not old, but had forgotten how to be young.

If only these pirates, so withered and good, 

Had the possible thought,

That each and every one of them already stood

On “X marks the spot”.