Travelling Light Through Life: W. Gibson


When first I went to sea as a lad,
A new jack-knife was all I had.

And I’ve sailed for fifty years and three
To the coasts of gold and ivory.

And now at the end of a lucky life,
Well, still I’ve got my old jack-knife.

This is a poem called ‘Luck’ by one “W.Gibson”. Unfortunately, I have not had his (her??) luck in tracking him down. In my youth, this was frequently anthologised but perhaps more modern editors think it unwise to encourage the use of jack-knives. All offers of enlightenment gratefully received…

The illustration is © Lorraine Kourafas | View Portfolio  via Shutterstock

About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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