We are but small corks

 We are but small corks


We are but small corks bobbing on the sea

At this time of our lives 

Grateful to have sailed so far and wide

No longer force to change the world. 


The silver baton has been passed on

Salvation of the world now another’s job

Our time to turn the sea has passed

As we float out on the ebbing tide. 


We have fought and cursed and strived

Now is the time for younger hands

To take our place and guide the plough

Towards the stars they follow, not ours. 


A blessing to be free in these last days

Time to focus on the blessings that are free

Work through the bucket list with zeal

Ignore the sapping news we best avoid. 


Let fall the burden from our shoulders 

Like Sisyphus we’ve hauled this boulder

The world will travel safely on without us

Our spirit sails beyond it to the stars. 


Meanwhile there is dance and music

There is friendship and long laughter

Local miracles to chase and marvel

We'll plough right on without surrender.



There's left a few mistakes we’ve yet to make

To prove we’re here and not down under

To speak and let no man or woman wonder

What we really mean or what we really stand for. 

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