The Ship Of Life

A life. in many ways, is like
A cruise upon the sea,
For, naked come we to the ship,
Our minds all new and free.

And some will find the finest suites
Where luxuries abound,
And some inside the lowest decks
In crowded rooms are found.

And some will dine in supper clubs
And drink of vintage wines,
And some will find much plainer fare
And stand in crowded lines.

That ship will visit many lands
With tours to fill the day,
And some may marvel at the sights
And wish that they could stay.

There on the many decks, we meet
Both family and friends.
Perhaps we find our mates for life
Until the journey ends.

But sad it is, at every port,
A few of us must stay,
While others savor robust life
To cruise another day.

There's much to do for every one
With activities glore,
To work, to play and to compete,
To strive and reach for more.

But some of us will spend our days
Just gazing at the sea,
Not thinking of what might have been
Or the person we could be.

No matter what the path we choose
On the waves or neath the sky,
We need to give it all we've got
And hold our heads up high.

There may be storms along our path
With winds to rip and tear,
But with the Captain on the bridge,
There will be naught to fear.

And when our cruise comes to its end
And we can sail no more,
We'll meet the Captain on the deck
To escort us to the shore.

For, when, at last, we disembark
Great joy will ease our pain,
For in another time or place,
Our ship will sail again.

The Ship Of Life

A life. in many ways, is like
A cruise upon the sea,
For, naked come we to the ship,
Our minds all new and free.

And some will find the finest suites
Where luxuries abound,
And some inside the lowest decks
In crowded rooms are found.

And some will dine in supper clubs
And drink of vintage wines,
And some will find much plainer fare
And stand in crowded lines.

That ship will visit many lands
With tours to fill the day,
And some may marvel at the sights
And wish that they could stay.

There on the many decks, we meet
Both family and friends.
Perhaps we find our mates for life
Until the journey ends.

But sad it is, at every port,
A few of us must stay,
While others savor robust life
To cruise another day.

There's much to do for every one
With activities glore,
To work, to play and to compete,
To strive and reach for more.

But some of us will spend our days
Just gazing at the sea,
Not thinking of what might have been
Or the person we could be.

No matter what the path we choose
On the waves or neath the sky,
We need to give it all we've got
And hold our heads up high.

There may be storms along our path
With winds to rip and tear,
But with the Captain on the bridge,
There will be naught to fear.

And when our cruise comes to its end
And we can sail no more,
We'll meet the Captain on the deck
To escort us to the shore.

For, when, at last, we disembark
Great joy will ease our pain,
For in another time or place,
Our ship will sail again.

Thanks Paul, that's wonderful! I love the ending, too! Great joy will ease our pain is all too true. The last day of a cruise is so sad, but there's always the next one to look forward to!

Bravo Paul! What a wonderful thing to read in these times. Thanks as always for the poem.

Dwayne

Bravo, Paul! You know I am a huge fan of your work -- and this, without doubt, is a new favorite.

It also made me think of Hucc. He would have enjoyed it, also.