In turgid waters does the ship
Of my life make its way
E’er does the brine wash o’er and tip
My hull, to my dismay
No solid ground avails me
Nor wind blow straight and true
Instead it’s my ship sails me
No matter what I do
In turgid waters does the ship
Of my life make its way
E’er does the brine wash o’er and tip
My hull, to my dismay
No solid ground avails me
Nor wind blow straight and true
Instead it’s my ship sails me
No matter what I do
A Poem A Day 