The Boats

We are all boats sailing the ocean blue 

Some of us are battered, some of us are new

The battered knows its limits, as the captain guides

Though she is tossed to and fro, it is strength she finds

She proudly displays her tattered sails 

As a courageous reminder of all of lives gails

She lives life with purpose, knowing her place

Sharing with others her broken space. 

The new is shiny, fresh and clean

Invincible she may seem

She is known to be hurricane proof, sturdy and strong. 

She sails herself, and can never be wrong

When she is tossed to and fro

She acts confident to take any blow

She proudly displays her perfectly pristine sails

To show everyone she cannot fail

But life isn't always what it seems 

Below her upright sails are concealed silent screams.

Which boat am I? Which boat are you? 

Are you living life aimlessly, or do you have a clue? 

Be the change, spread your sails, and let God do! 

From my heart to yours, 

K.L.E