The Changeover (Poetry)

Just for one dark moment
the tiller lacks a hand
the compass swings uncertain
spun out of sight of land

Now gone to meet her Maker
the captain’s lost the fight
old age at last claimed hostage
wrapped round in velvet night

High in the shrouds there’s singing
as Dawn warms up the sky
a mournful bell is ringing
the ocean heaves a sigh

The crew shipshape and ready
as rank and file demand
they sail in proud and steady
their new King in command