Wednesday, November 29, 2017

poem of the day November 29


Uncharted boats that travel
with constant oars of fear
have little thought of self direction
Helpless to the whim of rapids
Afraid of each whirling pool
Not knowing they are
floating on the river
Not part of the turbulent waters
that gather against the tide of life
The  ruthlessness boat helpless
unable to free the praying captain
Unable to understand clarity
that captains have to free themselves

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