The ship of life
Across the shore awaits a boat
Across the shore awaits a boat
Though sea's are rough, its still
afloat
Raise the sails, held up by mast
Forget the troubles of distant
past
As wave crash down upon the deck
Steady the boat; not quite a
wreak
Tend the mast, and fix the scrach
light the lantern with one last
match
The storm will end, pull anchor
and rope.
look up to see the stars of hope.
Jessica M. Balcom
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