Life’s ocean rolled like a pantomime<\/p>\n
And gave itself to the tides of time<\/p>\n
As a lonely man was set afloat<\/p>\n
Upon a finely crafted boat<\/p>\n
With sales of red and golden rings,<\/p>\n
Polished boards and shiny things<\/p>\n
And in the evening he would call<\/p>\n
The stars to rise and heavens fall<\/p>\n
And tell him where to point his mast<\/p>\n
And where his anchor should be cast.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
All the heavens circled wide<\/p>\n
As he lay drifting on the tide<\/p>\n
The sun shone like a golden road<\/p>\n
Across the waves on which he rode<\/p>\n
But neither sun nor moon or star<\/p>\n
Knew of the man, or cared how far<\/p>\n
His journey went, or if at all….<\/p>\n
They merely rose each day to fall,<\/p>\n
And should man shut tight his eyes,<\/p>\n
The heavens would still fall…and rise<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The man bespoke an urgent plea<\/p>\n
“I did not choose – It was given to me”<\/p>\n
“It was given to me – I did not choose ! !”<\/p>\n
…..The boat just drifted on its cruise<\/p>\n
But somewhere in the far off seas<\/p>\n
An answer floated on the breeze<\/p>\n
“Throw your anchor to the sky<\/p>\n
It will settle by and by<\/p>\n
Do not tie it to your mast<\/p>\n
And do not worry where you cast,<\/p>\n
For anchors do not sail, or ride<\/p>\n
And do not care to what they’re tied”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Now the oceans roll like lovers dreams<\/p>\n
And everything is what it seems<\/p>\n
The man still drifts upon the tides<\/p>\n
But strips down to his socks and slides<\/p>\n
Across the deck with whoops of joy<\/p>\n
He dances with the inner boy<\/p>\n
And while its true he sometimes sinks,<\/p>\n
He laughs a lot, and rarely thinks<\/p>\n
About the stars and moon and all<\/p>\n
Or where his anchor’s bound to fall<\/p>\n
His sails are full, he shouts with glee<\/p>\n
“I did not choose – this was GIVEN TO ME ! ! !”<\/p>\n
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