The mists of Life | Poem

vangelov (60)in #life • 7 years ago

Through the mist of life we travel with a boat that can barely float. Looking at the ships filled with riches from the pirates that plunder.

Going through the mist with storms and thunder, hoping that the little boat won't sink down under. But who cares if it sinks with no plunder.

Hope shines like a lighthouse far away from the shores of eternity, whilst sirens sing and guide little sailors to their own demise.

Destiny pushes the boats who row against the tides, the farther they row the more they see that the mist is created by none other than the ships themselves.

Goldie

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7 years ago in #life by vangelov (60)

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tdd (26) 7 years ago

Part of the greatness of poetry, the necessity of poetry, is that it links us with others who feel a camaraderie with those who “travel with a boat that can barely float”, and other feelings and experiences of life; who know, from the music of the words, that none of us are alone in the struggle. Mere words, properly crafted, become a message and a lighthouse from one soul to another. Very nicely done, Goldie. Thanks.

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