Life Spent

The clock hand will turn for this boat no more It died upon pebbled sand from decay A strong vessel that could cruise without oar My understanding is now fraught with dismay There was a moment beginning when new When it quietly sailed waves of the sea With the noise from canvas, ropes it's bound to That would set all its traveler's minds free From the strength of a sail before it sings To the loud sound of whirling winds that shear A reminder of time, that ends all things Now collapsed on the shore to disappear Never again with a sail to explore Its journey will end on a barren shore 6/16/19 contest Choices...picture 2...Life Spent