Sail On:

 

And then I said

This is the end

Of time

Of mine

 

So what now

I see no light

No wind to rush

Me into flight

 

I just sit

On this life’s trip

And wonder how colorful

My canvas did ……

My canvas was. ….

 

And then my canvas

unfurled and I left my slip

No longer just floating

No longer adrift

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