The Ship that Sails: 28APRIL2018

One of my favorite poems.

This is a perfect fitting and reinforcement of yesterday’s blog.

If you still haven’t taken that risk – do it now.

I’d rather be the ship that sails

And rides the billows wild and free;

Than to be the ship that always fails

To leave its port and go to sea.

I’d rather feel the sting of strife,

Where gales are born and tempests roar;

Than to settle down to useless life

And rot in dry dock on the shore.

I’d rather fight some mighty wave

With honor in supreme command;

And fill at last a well-earned grave,

Than die in ease upon the sand.

I’d rather drive where sea storms blow,

And be the ship that always failed

To make the ports where it would go,

Than be the ship that never sailed.