The Boat
As I look upon the darkened skies
Clouds so grim I wonder why
And as I drift, along the windswept shores
Raindrops, remind me, of what is soon to be
And the wrath of darkness, soon unleashed
Those clouds are heavy, ominous and grey
There is no good news coming today
And as Irish tales have come to be
the clouds all, have been swept to sea
There is a ray of sun, breaking through the storm
And the day may yet ,please the soul
Yet I know deep down, without a doubt
I'll get the shaft, and be tossed about
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2013
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