The Boat

We live in a tiny boat on a vast sea in which we stash,

indiscriminately, the flotsam of folly, hope and the

dope of high expectations.

In spite of that, we manage to decorate our craft

In red and green at Christmas and moor at the

Door of a regal church.

As maturity ascends, we amend our ways for the

final days, believing full well somewhere there is

a Heaven and there is a Hell.