[ WP ] Where do all of the lost passwords go ?

paper cuts riddle the old captain, 
 
 in all the most precarious places you could imagine, 
 
 between his fingers and toes, 
 
 on the tip of his tongue and the bridge of his nose. 
 
 his boat, just barely afloat, is cursed you see, his crew vacated long ago, the ship exists just for him, 
 
 he has a pint of tonic but not any gin. 
 
 he is the protector of all that was forgotten, all that was lost, 
 
 your stuffed bunny resides with him, perhaps an unfinished poem by robert frost. 
 
 do n't fret young one, the captain has wild eyes and weak bones, but he takes good care, 
 
 he's old and odd, but hey, he's there. 
 
 he'll remember all you're forgotten passwords long after you're gone, 
 
 the gospel according to who? not the one according to john. 
 
 he's last of the old protectors, of course it's the captain, 
 
 the king, the joculator, the boxer, the dragon, 
 
 protector of power, of laughs, of love, of gold and fashion 
 
 which one is left? 
 
 the protector of the lost, the crazy old bluesman, 
 
 he's on the boat today, reading all of your failed plans, 
 
 and he knows what you wanted to be as a child, who you loved and why it's in the past tense 
 
 he knows that your regret is immense. 
 
 and he pities you, the old fool he does 
 
 for forgetting your password, he'll know what it was. 

