The Ship Of Life

Across the shore awaits a boat

Though sea's are rough,

its still afloat

Raise the sails, held up by mast
Forget the troubles of distant past

As wave crash down upon the deck
Steady the boat; not quite a wreak

Tend the mast, and fix the scrach
light the lantern with one last match

The storm will end,

pull anchor and rope.

look up to see the stars of hope.

- Unknown