T I T A N I C...

R.M.S T I T A N I C. . .

Largest of it's kind

She sails away to the New World

Baring not only the rich but foreign souls looking

For the streets of gold in America

Children to grandparents

Chilled champagne and brandy

The voices of children playing in the distance,

Echo's through the ships deck while the eye

of the Captain leads them to a destination

that's not planned...

While the clock of time lyes at the

bottom of the Atlantic

The Titanic awaits holding the time

When all souls will be together...

~ I dedicate this poem to the Titanic survivors and those who lost there lives April 14th 1912 ~

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