The Boat

Written by: arthur vaso

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