Funeral Poem Ship of Life

Along the shore I spy a ship As she set out to sea;

She spreads her sails and sniffs the breeze

And slips away from me.

I watch her fading image shrink,

As she moves on and on, Until at last she’s but a speck,

Then someone says, “She’s gone.”

Gone where? Gone only form our sight

And from our farewell cries;

That ship will somewhere reappear to other eager eyes.

Beyond the dim horizon’s rim, resound the welcome drums,

And while we’re crying, There she goes!

They’re shouting, Here she comes!

We’re built to cruise for but a while

Upon the trackless sea

Until one day we sail away into infinity.

John T. Baker