
“Sailing in the past, towards the future perhaps?” Gun Roswell
Ship Ahoy! (From the past?)
Sailing in the past on the open seas forever seemingly to last
This method might not be the fastest of the safest method forward to move
Alas getting to the future so unsure?
Well, not in the hurry to do that just yet and so no jets but a slow boat
The sails flapping in the wind and when the mood swings
The sails will be lowered and the pace slower
This is the way to move, across the high seas
Never fast, wanting this special moment forever to last
They future out there somewhere, totally can wait
For this solemn sailor
A wonderful poem my friend. I believe, all of us are sailors. Grasping at the sweetness of life and we hope. We can win.
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Thank you! We are sailors indeed, sailing through the treacherous waters out there.
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