Perhaps your life is like a boat

You do what must to keep it afloat

Some sail bravely on the mighty seas

Some can’t get out of port, their engines cough and wheeze

Some have sails big and bright

While others have only barnacles that cling so tight

If your life is a boat, then the world might be a river

Perhaps the river of time, with its forward direction, exchanging present for future with never an exception

The byproduct, the past with its nostalgic attraction, slipping and fading with each new reaction

So you move with the river wherever it rolls

Stopping only for love, coffee and tolls

Written by Michael F. Burke Sr.

Sometime, somewhere along the river


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