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