Classic Poem

My ship lies in the offing,
It waits to sail away,
The smiling sea invites me —
I sail at the close of day.

Other ships have left their moorings
To sail to the farther shore,
They bore my near and dear ones
Who have sailed on before.

I work at the Master's bidding,
And when the day is done —
I shall sail on my ship in the offing
It sails with the setting sun.