With the history of a blank page,
The ship set its sails for the first time.
On board with Theaseus were a few Athenians,
Who were to sail for glory,
And to earn a dime.
Songs with their names would echo they thought,
Indeed it happened with the treasures they brought.
But in every travel the ship lost a hand,
And it was replaced by a stronger by a stronger man,
And every broken piece of wood was replaced with a new plank.
In no time the names from the songs changed,
The broken planks were forgotten.
All the old sails sank in Mediterranean,
Were replaced by new cotton.
The glory chasing purpose transformed to trade.
What will happen to its name,
What will be the ships fate!
Was it Theaseus or the crew,
Or was it the purpose that held it all together.
Or is it the travel of time the ship saw,
That will make it unique forever.