by:
EDGAR B. ESCOLANO
He got the biggest part of the ball
sources of fresh creatures for them all
mass of transactions from wall to wall
carries the heaviest of them all.
Surface will be the mirror for see
though he cannot see the real deep me
beneath will be the graveyard for they
as he will blow all their sails away.
He gathered disasters in space
giving him a hardest time of peace
everything was on a very mess
letting to whom I left on a miss.
Along the tragic event he meet
is the big earning income on it
other professions just a piece bit
taking a lot of time to earn it.
Though a months or years of work he came
distance cannot be written on them
she is patiently waiting on him
never engage other him who came.
They are keeping each sails on a tight
as sadness and loneliness they fight
they knew someday there will be a light
just keep it pushing until on sight.
This poem is dedicated to all maritime personnel and overseas workers all over the world. I just wanna shout out how they struggle and risk their lives sailing ocean to ocean far away from their love ones. Working in an ocean is just like they're putting their lives in a danger zone. They didn't know when a storm, strong wind, building of waves, hurricane or typhoon comes, they are not that magician to put away these negative stuffs. They must face it or else the grief will awaits especially if it is a cruise ship. People may think money is just very easy to earn while the contradict is the hardship they exerted day by day along their voyage. The revenge of the nature is not just their enemy but also homesickness they feel. They just overcome and aid it through communication but the feeling of the same shelter is totally different on it.