The Boat

A poem I wrote today.... wow! some experiences leave behind an after taste :-)

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Oh my lady,

Dear friend of mine,

I see your tears

Behind your smile

You think you can

Hide what you are,

But not from me

I've seen your scars.

I've been with you

On lonely days,

We shared so much

In that better place;

That place is now

Just a memory,

Your face is all

I now carry;

A happy face

Till I last saw it;

Tides were changing

We din't know it.

Waters turned rough

The boat was sinking;

In times like that

Who can be thinking?

So here we are,

Remnants of that boat;

And I'm still wet

I'm still afloat.

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