The Lighthouse
There you stand in your deepest thoughts
but alert and awake, all senses ready;
thru bleak days and stormy weathers
you keep watch in the night till morning.
Such a sad solitary creature you are,
seemingly lost and oh, so forlorn;
many a life would have been wasted
without you to guide them to shore.
You know exactly when to spot trouble -
sailors you brought home to safety,
weary travelers to hearth and family,
but after it all you’re back on your own.
Yet in the deafening quiet and stillness,
you never once even complained
nor whined about this life’s inequity
for you knew the role you must play.
Your aloneness you willingly accepted
because it’s what makes you complete,
for looking after the lives of others
is a burden you have gladly taken.
Would they ever try to understand you
and give thanks for all that you've done?
or take the time to pat you on the back
and take you like a new-found friend?
What a thankless job you have, brother,
yet there lies the purpose of your being;
maybe that’s precisely the reason why
you’ll not waste your time complaining.
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