The Compass

I was once a full-on novice surfing the waves, Seas were rough and choppy here and there. I could not bear the challenges I was going to face, But you were by my side guiding me when and where. The ocean was as sunless as bituminous coal, Nature swore to prevent me from reaching my goal. Bleary eyed from watching out all night up on deck, Fighting against the tide of future, perplexed. My compass, you were more than a circle of arrows, You not only helped me sail through dark storms, You were there when I needed you most, Crossing the many irregular turns. I am much obliged for all the guidance through the years. My compass, my dear friend, farewell to you.