An Empty Boat

An empty boat pulled up upon the shore Would slide back into water if it could. But if it has at some time lost its oar? Well, just more doldrums that must be withstood. It’s hard to let go what you love to do, Especially what you were meant to be. The river ever flows out of our view. Our present quickly becomes history. That doesn’t mean you’re no longer a boat! Don’t ever let them say you have no worth! From the beginning you were made to float, And there is nothing else like you on earth! So sit now, reminisce upon your shore… And ponder what the future has in store. 5/15/2019 Picture #2, Life Spent Alone Choices Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick