The Passage

Time's a sea passage that we all have to travel An event where we witness our short lives unravel The ship of mortality, leaving life in its wake Lives tossed about on a sea of heartache Regrets, some expressed, some remaining untold Some thrown overboard, some stored in the hold Memories, like sea birds, some distant, some near Some lost in the mist, some remaining so clear Time's vessel sails steady, through peak and deep trough All's safe below deck, as the seas can be rough A distant light beckons, time crosses the bar The passage now ended, the next one's not far