As we harness Fate’s wild winds to our lee
While navigating Life’s troublesome sea,
We become flanked by Scylla and Charybdis
With only our life experience to guide us.
Yet try we do, and we sail on through,
Life’s rocky straits where others can't save us.
Before muddling on through Atropos swirling brew,
Knowing we’ll lose many close friends around us.
As we sail homeward like the hero Odysseus
Who plied forward through Life’s trials and mess,
We yearn for gentler and glassier seas,
While trying to remain Life's protagonist.
I am not in a position to help you
And you will not help me that I know
And we can’t sit here together like a statue
Better, let’s talk about the weather
How cold it is in the morning of summer
Is this the effect of global warming?
Perhaps not yet, but will effect very soon
When the glassier will start melting
The level of sea -water will rise
And several counties will go under the sea
Terrible! Yes, terrible and very frightening
In one part of this world will be covered with ice
The other part will burn with scorching heat
In between we will have severe flood and tsunami
Some places will be hit with massive drought
Fear not, my friend, fear not
This world is not going die with one swath
First it will be boiled then frozen into ice
Thus this world will die not once but twice.
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