Sitting here anchored at the wharf
On/in the sea of life, my buoyed mind
Waves over the time-traveled life voyage:-
Although it all has not been smooth
Sailing, many troubled waters have
Been conquered and overcome.
Yet, I must admit that my once smooth
Deck has gathered a few bumps overtime
And now sports a few itching keloid memories.
My once-crisp colorful sails have nearly
Been bleached all white by timely sunshine
And my lifetime rudder has now grown weak.
Despite encounters with terrifying trade winds
And Bermuda Triangle-like spins, I’ve been blessed
To dock upon some of the world’s most exotic shores.
To Go Be, The Glory for the blessed chartered course
Given to me that I would arrive at this timely cargo-freeing
Port to be docked in these bubbling waters until my final sail;
May the barnacles my weak frailties now host
Be not mere shelled beings of my final resting place;
But bright emeralds of my remaining graceful usefulness;
And when the evaporation of the waters of the cardinal
Virtues of the ocean of my being become dark clouds in the sky,
May their rains wet your aching hearts with God’s Peace and Love:-