Whatever Floats Your Boat
Whatever Floats Your Boat
By: Tom Wright
3-7-2008
Some might think it to be silly
To sit and spend time writing
But is it so much different
Than fishing, driving, or kiting
All have proven to shorten my life
By the amount of time I’ve spent
And toward life’s end I’ll surely
Question where all this time went
The things that I have written
Will endure for all to see
But who will know of my big fish
That wasn’t meant to be
Or the things that perhaps I saw
On a Sunday afternoon drive
As I age it becomes much harder
To keep those memories alive
And the kite that I once flew
That seemed many layers high
I now wonder was it really,
Or just low clouds in the sky
I guess that what I’m saying,
We must each do our own thing
If you don’t fish, kite, or sight see
Perhaps you’ll write or sing.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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