Suddenly there came an arduous knock
Upon the Admiral’s acquired accommodations
“Admiral, the Atlantic is aging us all,”
But the Admiral was at his destination
Too far gone to hear the crewman’s call
“Is this how we live dear Admiral?
Is this how we’ll fall?”
The crewman called, so shocked and appalled.
In the Admiral’s dreamland lay the gold
But not so much as one could hold
A gold of heart, spirit, essence and soul
A gold of mind, body and self-control
But how to attain the idyll dream
Create a self of epochal coherence
And keep the composure of a perfect seam