What Might Have Been

It's said a rising tide will lift all ships And from what I have seen I've found that true But also comes the wind that blows and whips And sometimes sinks only a ship or two For ships are made to float atop the sea Yet storms determine whether hulls are sound And even sturdy ships with rudders free Can suddenly find themselves run aground. Alas, my friend, that's where we've come to lie On land where neither tides nor wind can sway I hope once more we'll sail under the sky But fear that on the land that hope will stay I wonder even now what might have been If diff'rent choices had been chosen then 6.16.19 For Choices poetry contest sponsored by Sara Kendrick Picture #1 (What might have been)