Monday, November 14, 2016

November 14, 2016

WHAT IS,  WHAT WAS

Sometimes I feel like a big clumsy dark boat,
with straining - pulling - stretching ropes -
anchoring me to an old tar - oil stained dock,
and the water below - tide shifting - churning -
turning me this way and that - but I’ll take this,
as well as setting out to sea once again - than
to be an abandoned - no longer used  boat -
just sitting there remembering lots of what was.  


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

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