Life is like sailing, you can use any wind to go in any direction
~
scattered like butterflies
under grey autumn skies
reflected and mirrored
haze shimmered and silvered
riding the send of the sea
against a rising tide
ignoring our dreams
our plans and schemes
the sea has a life of it’s own
seems we can’t have it all
for I’m I’m no Bogy
and sadly you’re no Bacall
this is not Key Largo
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
I must go down to the sea again
Great poem. Love the reference to one of my favourite films and poems. 🙂
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