Friday, 01 February 2013
THE MAST

A SMOOTH LIFE,
DOES NOT MEAN
THERE ARE NO STORMS.
WE ALL HAVE TO SAIL
ON SEA OR GROUND
THERE IS NO DIFFERENT.
WE BOTH
HAVE TO GET OUR FEET WET.
FOR LIFE SAILS AROUND.
Monday, 23 June 2008
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THE MAST
It's not
The Roughs
Not the Storms
It's the Sinking
That will
Take me Down.
Battered and Torn
I am Still
In One Piece
My Mast
May not be
As it was Before.
Cracking
From all the Waves
That Hit
I Felt the Current
Coursing Through.
Changing me
To New Directions.
What Seas that Lie
Beneath my Ship
What Broken Vessels
Will I Keep.
To Sail across
The Seas of Life?
What Makes
My Mast
Strong and Right?
A THOUGHT!
Am I
That Tall Ship
From Long Ago
Or just
A Mask
of Weathered Storms
Showing
All its Breakage?
Dedicated To Richard
A Poeatreeman
One Course,
Will not let me
Go Aground.
One will Take me,
Through all Storms.
One will Keep me,
From Breaking up.
One will Show me,
The Northern Lights.
POET'S NOTE
A LOG OF LIFE
The Port I Entered
Will Be The One I Leave
The Dock I Anchored
Will Be Where I’ll Be
The Log I Kept
Will Speak Of My Journey.
Edgar Allan Prieto
7/8/92
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
THANKS FOR SHARING
EDGAR ALLAN Prieto
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