The Passage
Time's a sea passage that we all have to travel
An event where we witness our short lives unravel
The ship of mortality, leaving life in its wake
Lives tossed about on a sea of heartache
Regrets, some expressed, some remaining untold
Some thrown overboard, some stored in the hold
Memories, like sea birds, some distant, some near
Some lost in the mist, some remaining so clear
Time's vessel sails steady, through peak and deep trough
All's safe below deck, as the seas can be rough
A distant light beckons, time crosses the bar
The passage now ended, the next one's not far
Copyright © Howard Bull | Year Posted 2023
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