The Boat

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
What shall I write of my slapdash life
With its planks all chipped and weathered?
She set out to sail midst angst and strife
Now in this harbor tethered;
But tides do rise and currents change
And we must move her on,
And one day 'twill not be strange
That beneath the waves she's gone.

1 comment:

  1. Then let the winds and stormy seas
    Confound the calloused sailors!
    ‘Til out they come from under the lees
    Confront their woeful wailers.


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