On life and its vagaries


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Often it’s nice

To see a light house on the horizon

As we toil in the unknown seas-

To which our lot take us

It might seem just a speck of light

Wavy and indistinct

Hidden behind the lolling waves

But it keeps our hopes alive

Even when it’s there

Nothing could be called safe

As the author of “To the Light House”

Proved in the end

Yet she must have seen something

Through the approaching darkness

That made her etch

The metaphor in detail

There are storms and tsunamis

On the prowl at all times

Who knows what would happen

In their wake to our little boat

Let’s hope that

There would be a beacon

Shining through all our trouble

To get us safe to the shore


Written by Sam

December 29, 2009 at 7:18 pm

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