If I can only collapse
at the end of each day,
then I know I'm ok.
I will be ok.
If I'd only fall in next to
you when I fall, I would
never ask more than to be
reborn in that caterwaul squall,
but you needn't despair, or
stroll overboard or wet
your hair. I'm alive in
the hold, in the rigging,
so square your back to the wind
and hold the line, and I'll draw
the sails taut, and we'll all be
fine,
and arrive on time.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Saturday, November 18, 2023
All ahoy
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