The Yacht

Protruding pole in the middle The top look like a keel that light During the night in the midst of the bay Your like a swan in the day time heralding Its huge but gentle to look at its rarity Seldom ordinary people has own you White Now I see you move in smooth sailing With girls and gents wearing sunglasses The point of your richness and affluency All eyes looking as you passed by with hope That one day each has dock you in their dream You swarm the sea with pride and with brevity Careful pilot not to trouble the waves with rage Because you're precious, rare but with worth It's like a love that only longing for comfort A pleasure, an adventure to the sea of life.