The ship of life

The ship of life across the shore awaits a boat
Though sea's are rough, its still a float
Raise the sails, held up by mast
Forget the troubles of distant past
As wave crash down upon the deck
Steady the boat; not quite a wreak
Tend the mast, and fix the scrach light the lantern with one last match
The storm will end, pull anchor and rope.
look up to see the stars of hope.
Jessica M. Balcom