Bravely Drift
10/10/2020
Brave heart, when so I'm called -
More like Gibson, my brain adjoins!
Gasping for breath one inhale,
Bursting with laughter the next.
Thoughts don't make sense
hence, poetry doesn't either
rhyme big with reason!
Sailing along, sometimes paddling
To drift away some little current
Is all sometimes will allow
let that suffice and just follow
The time to swim will come;
time enough left to be Phelps yet
Let this be enough right this sail;
Now, smile as you drift along;
frowning when away-
Yet, still with the current and not still
Off with a safe and dead log;
Not safe and dead somewhere else!
Copyright © Janani Dev | Year Posted 2020
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