Sailboat Log
Wind is blowing pretty hard.
See why the hand holds
Will lift you and slam you. Sometimes the boat leaves the water completely.
Your raceing around the deck trying not to be swept overboard.
You are so soaked, wind chilling you to the bone.
Half filled with fear
Yet the grin says I'm having the time of my life
Make a mistake your dead
I have no care about dead. Doesn't matter to me.
I'm alive. Nature slamming me every way
Waves that lean the boat to where you swear the boats mast is almost touching the water each rock of a wave
What's crazy I can't swim a lick .
Don't care. Better my body on the ocean floor than ashes sitting forever on someone's shelf
You can sit in a couch feeling sad thinking life has past you by .
Waste away in sorrow
No thoughts on tomorrow
Or get yourself up go out and bring life to you
Like its said you live only once.
You live every day.
you die only once
Your choice. Make the most out of what short time we get, or you waste away wishing.
Yeah. Only you can make this choice
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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