My life boat has a motor and a sail.
I turn the engine on if zephyrs fail,
And stay the course, despite the turning tides,
Asserting that my vessel steady glides -
Free as a bird with one determined drill -
Common sense - my compass steered by will.
When under I go, feel free to speculate
Whether that was my predetermined fate!
September 20, 2020
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2020
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