Old boats beached
no longer seaworthy,
just stranded on beach pebbles,
hearing the roar of sea and wind,
being the background
to photograph shots
then forgotten
like yesterday's news.
Sometimes I feel like that old boat
no longer fit for the sea,
unable to ride rough seas or float,
hearing the roar of the sea
of life and youth
and the wind of change;
being the background
to photograph shoots
and selfie companion.
Then I muse that unlike the boat
I have a fine crew to set me up
and sea-ready to a small degree
to arrange my frail sails,
and off once more to sea.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 12:42 PM UTC
Old boats beached
no longer seaworthy,
just stranded on beach pebbles,
hearing the roar of sea and wind,
being the background
to photograph shots
then forgotten
like yesterday's news.
Sometimes I feel like that old boat
no longer fit for the sea,
unable to ride rough seas or float,
hearing the roar of the sea
of life and youth
and the wind of change;
being the background
to photograph shoots
and selfie companion.
Then I muse that unlike the boat
I have a fine crew to set me up
and sea-ready to a small degree
to arrange my frail sails,
and off once more to sea.
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