My Cunard Jumper
'Twas just an old blue jumper,
With the words 'Cunard' in red;
But it served as winter warmer, and
A pillow for my head.
It saw the watch and stood the wheel,
Till coldness of the dawn,
From masthead to the keel and aft,
Where future dreams are borne.
I wish that old blue jumper,
With its 'Cunard' words in red,
Was on my shoulders even now,
To share the past unsaid.
To bear the chill of passing time,,
And comfort me from sin,
When I was in that jumper,
With the future looking in.
By Michael Walsh