It
has no brakes and gently rocks
Along
each one's allotted span;
Time
and tide wait for no man!
Whirlwinds
or maelstroms flip our boat
Or
there's a lull, so we just float
The Gods mete out
our golden thread
Resilient
- we forge on ahead.
Fear
slows us down, joy gives us wings
Love
turns every day to Spring's!
Squalls
arise, the skies look black
But
somehow we are kept on track.
Buffeted
in sudden storms
But
then – Oh, marvel – bright new dawns!
Friends
join us or abandon ship ...
Life,
sadly, is no picnic trip ...
Amazingly, we all survive,
For
better or for worse, alive!
Our
destination quite unknown
Until
the shoreline bids us home ...
(c) Poet in the Woods 2020
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