Adrift in Life
A poem of journey as two young souls wander with their treasures held tight.
The river treasures were held tight by fingers, short and stubby,
Carried to a creek by trousers long since stained and grubby.
They cherished grand adventure, laughter, and that chance would hold sway,
Their little dreams would launch precociously into the sunshine of the day.
The treasures were like the boys in purpose and intent
The journeys would be long with a bounty of heartache spent
Tossed on the waves of life, the boats would seek, toil, and churn
Their futures, in youth-filled eyes, forever ardent to burn.
One boat was exquisite, complete, a purchased design,
It would buffet the torrents upright, surviving all weathers, fine.
The other was but a lump of wood, with no paint or sail,
Yet it was cherished just as dearly without fail.
The sculpted boat raced forward challenging the stream,
It consumed all purpose, gathering riches to fulfill its dream.
Confined to secure travels without risk nor wayward thought
