Toy Boat

A Poem

Boat by Arden Nash

It shatters my heart
That my son ponders
Disease and death
And clutches sadness
With his small hands

I cannot cry

My father taught me
And his father before him
That grown men don’t cry
They fight adversity
With bare hands to the end

I can only try

My mother taught me
To see beauty in sorrow
Weave it into fabric
To kiss it wistfully
And wear it with pride

I wonder why

Even when I’m afraid
I wear my face flat
Then I pretend and lie
I jest and I twirl
And become a clown

I barely get by.

There is no tomorrow
We only have today
Promises are just empty
We can’t keep them all
We can only set sail

And attempt to fly