Nearing the shoal
in my brittle craft,
I notice a hole,
Near the waterline, aft.
I continue rowing,
as the rocks get nearer.
I feel the current flowing.
It's all becoming clearer.
Life is an ebb and flow.
Our vessel is adrift.
South winds come and go.
Our positions shift.
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 8:47 AM UTC
Nearing the shoal
in my brittle craft,
I notice a hole,
Near the waterline, aft.
I continue rowing,
as the rocks get nearer.
I feel the current flowing.
It's all becoming clearer.
Life is an ebb and flow.
Our vessel is adrift.
South winds come and go.
Our positions shift.
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