Preparing for Alaska, Chiasmus or John Steinbeck-Drew Danburry

Well I used to be a lover up until the day I lost my love, Now she is gone, scattered upon, a wind whipped dawn. And I used to be a sailor up until the day that she did drown, Her body found, debris around, entwined and crowned. Oh my darling memory, is there any way that you'll return to me? Cause this fallen man is staring at pine boxes as if they're destiny. Well I used to be a statesman up until the day I found that I, Was more inclined, to simple life, and to my wife. And I used to be a miser up until the day I did surmise, There was no prize, or joy inclined, by what you buy. There's more to life than everything you see and a wedding ring won't make a bride to be. But you can bet the love you give will just come back around as the love you receive. And I'm sitting here lost everything I've loved, Oh my darling dear please wait for me above, And if anyone can share a reason why I should keep living please speak up...