Never doubt
when I care,
and do things through love,
that are true and rare
I will only do things,
that are fair
Never waste my time,
that is when I toe the line
Every minute of life
Precious
The ocean swirls,
with seaweed at the bottom
You will have to row to get back,
as the journey will be slippery
Stay off your back
No ocean around you
Dense view
Your boat has holes too
Now
Row row the boat
Work
so my love,
keeps you afloat,
without seaweed stuck in your throat

© 2024 Carol Natasha Diviney, Ph.D.