A Liferaft
A liferaft
For the broken sailor
Who fell off his boat
And sits awaiting a rescue
In the icy waters afloat.
Suddenly,
The unmanned boat
Comes toward him
He climbs aboard,
He is no longer dying
This man is alive.
The boat floats away
To the warmth of the shore
Warmth of the home and the hearth
And the old oaken floor.
The man, who warms himself by the flame
Gives to himself all of the credit
Though he without liferaft is dead, dying, or lame.
Such is the love of Mara,
The liferaft that requires no blame,
Such is the love of Mara
From the ice to the flame.
Comments
Nicely done Probs....