By Josie Whitehead ( www.whiteheadm.co.uk )
Mankind’s like a boat on the cruel ocean of life –
Tossed by the winds in tempests and strife.
Seeking a refuge, a safe harbour of love –
Watching the dark clouds that hover above.
Man’s like a boat, that is tossed on life’s sea –
Straining and churning, but not always free.
The horizon’s before him, waves beat on his hull,
Whilst high up above him comes the cry of a gull.
The line of horizon – what hopes does it hold? –
What dreams and achievements will the future unfold?
Man’s like a boat that is tossed in the rough sea –
Unlike a boat he makes his own destiny.
copyright 2006