The Ship of Life

Through the shoals of thought we sail, up the straights of worry,
Through times of plenty, times of drought. We musn't be in a hurry.

The sea of life can frighten one, especially on the maiden voyage,
To pass the way to a growing son how to earn and how to forage.

The rapids of life always are impassable to some, we know.
You'll find them near, you'll find them far. When approaching, one must go slow.

Don't flounder in the shallows of sin. Don't drown in the depths of despair.
When we reach our port we must go in. You must know how, know when, know where.

The rivers of time aren't endless. There has to be an end.
Some flow full of loneliness; no curves or even a bend.

The lakes of tears are hard to sail when caused by one's own hand.
The pools of joy one must never fear. They're the calmest in the land.

The ship of life must go on and on, through all the waters of time.
As the tiny ripples sing a song of that makes neither reason nor rhyme.