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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