Along The Path Of Stories, Poems Are Sometimes Born

Death is Life’s shadow

But do not despair

Hold your head high

Take a fresh breath of air

For my mind is my ship

And the world is my sea

I shall drift through its waves

To find the best place for me

For if my heart is my sail

Then your laugh is the wind

That has carried me gently

To all the great places I’ve been

So on we adventure

Search and wander

And through it all, we always

Can’t help but ponder

Why people give up

When they say they have nothing to lose

Because then they have everything to win

It’s an easy path to choose

Because hope is the oars

That push through the sea

On the days without wind

Which sometimes come to be

But through the storms of sadness

And the rough seas of doubt

We always remember

The sun is sure to come about

At the front of the ship

We stand with our heads high

And reminisce about the simple old sayings

Of “hello” and “goodbye”

So smile, my friend

Let the wind blow through your hair

Keep your dreams strong

Take a fresh breath of air