The Archer
The archer stood very still by the oceans edge
His target was a buoy, tossed far from his ledge
Aiming high against the sky he let his arrow go
Elements unforgiving bounced the buoy to and fro
The archer through experience had adjusted aim
In account the wind and waves he aspired to tame
Although the arrow missed it's mark, it was quite close
Few could call that chosen path that he would diagnose
In life the ones who love you, can help form a plan
About the wind and waves, and where you might land
What you might encounter I don't pretend to know
But with a plan you just might land where you want to go!
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