Time has come and flows along.
Unable to tame its current is strong.
It’s power races and starts to rise.
Rocking your boat almost to cape size.
Have to fight to stay afloat.
As it dashes against your tuff little boat.
Blood leeks from cuts beneath.
As time bites and you ride its teeth.
Its waves are big and smash you about.
Then Just when you’re almost washed-out.

 You feel It’s grace as It sooths and calms.
You’re healing inside having no qualms.
No need to fear times stretched out wide.
As you ride along with time on your side.
Strong you grow as you start to row.
Feeling this boat you’re about to outgrow.
Without any thought just a blind whim.
You abandon your boat and start to swim.
You swim some miles at a steady pace.
This flow of time you start to embrace.

 Just when you think “live life comfortably.”
Time turns in to a frightful stormy sea.
It sucks you down and spins you around.
The height of It’s waves knows no bounds.
They pound you hard, arms grown weak.
If only you stayed in the boat so meek.
With tears you cry all filled with guilt.
Your remember how tuff you boat was built.
As Times storm gets ruff and hard to bear.
You find your boat with no time to spare.

 Now fighting to be free from despair,
and becoming over whelmed with ‘I don’t care.’
With your arms you start to row.
Not caring how hard the wind can blow.
You row real hard with all your might.
You look real hard and see a little light.
Eyes are fixed through waves that crash.
as they push,beat,and smash.
Look! See the lights are a strong ship.
A line is thrown and you tightly grip.

 Now you’re on a lovely cruses vessel.
None take note of times towering wrestle.
They all say “This ship can tackle Time’s waves.
Why this ship floated by and your life it did save.
There’s been a lot of power to It’s storm.
This boat is agile and quick to perform.”
As you look out and ponder on there advice.
Time slams with iron made from Ice.
Cutting the ship across its breast
It sinks swiftly to where it will rest.

 As you struggle to find your little boat.
The water fills and chokes your throat.
Darkness fills as you slip away…

When you wake it’s the middle of the day
And you find a man sitting a bit askew
Saying, “Like beads of dew!
Like Beads of Dew on a leaf floating in the sea
Eventually they roll off and no longer be.”

by Schylan Dee Houle