A Sailor's Trio

 Three ships a sailor had

Purple,Silver, Aquas

Two he knew by colour, shape and feel

For years he had sailed both

The third he found washed ashore

Just a short space ago

And seeing it lone

He added it to his fleet

But it was oddly shaped, new feel and touch

Still he felt its sails, saw the winds row it

And one day as he set forth the ships

Onto a raging sea

He felt the new ship refuse to tow,

 reassured its sails"I will never let you sink"

And set it afloat

But as they streamed up the waves

Raging waves, Sailors-choice

The edges of  a craggy rock visible grew

He knew by wind directions

He could choose just two a save

And so he let the  lesser known perish

And just when he sailed his years known sails across

He heard the shatter, the clang

And saw the new Aquas

Batter before it hit the crag
He never turned back to see
self consoled his consicence
And lived life's coward.