My Poetry
My Days
My days are simply islands
in the vast ocean we call life
and when the seas are tranquil
there's no anxiety or strife
But every now and then
when the forces do collide
life can be a bitch
and you feel the pain inside
It's then you grab the oars
and paddle like the devil
struggle thru' the grief
and get your ship back level
Gaze the far horizon
as another island comes to view
sail further on the ocean
prey the tides will stay with you
Keep your ship afloat
take each island one by one
and sail freely on the ocean
till your voyages are done.
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