We are all weighed down by our attachments, unmindful of the fact that we will eventually outlive our usefulness. The end must be dignified and if possible of our own choice.
Blue and frothy, the vast endless sea.
Tiny speck, a kayak floating free.
Only sounds, waves slapping the hull
Chirping and cawing, a distant seagull
Was it so long ago, she was the pride
Waves would part, and let her ride
Mighty oak for the keel and the frame,
Tame the ocean and storms to shame
Cedar wood for the planks so tender
Shapely underside and the bow so slender
She was the fastest, a horse running wild.
They all loved her, she was everyone's child
Seasons change, and many a sunsets pass
No one beats time, you realize Alas !
Childhood to youth, and youth past the prime
Slowly and surely, yet a day at a time
As stories of her conquests turned to folklore
New ones were already lining up on the shore
Faster and stronger, they were daunting to chase
She lagged behind, she ceded her space
A leak here, a crack there, galore abuse
Beaten and bent, spent beyond use
Green moss covered where paint stood proud
Covered her nakedness like a grim shroud
As she rested, I recalled her glory gone by
Why do we all have to age and die
Chop her into pieces, sell the wood for fire
My heart cringed at the thoughts so dire
She lay on the beach, waiting as though
For one last ride, one last furlough
She longed and belonged to the sea
So I untethered her and set her free.
Blue and frothy, the vast endless sea.
Tiny speck, a kayak floating free.
Only sounds, waves slapping the hull
Chirping and cawing, a distant seagull
Was it so long ago, she was the pride
Waves would part, and let her ride
Mighty oak for the keel and the frame,
Tame the ocean and storms to shame
Cedar wood for the planks so tender
Shapely underside and the bow so slender
She was the fastest, a horse running wild.
They all loved her, she was everyone's child
Seasons change, and many a sunsets pass
No one beats time, you realize Alas !
Childhood to youth, and youth past the prime
Slowly and surely, yet a day at a time
As stories of her conquests turned to folklore
New ones were already lining up on the shore
Faster and stronger, they were daunting to chase
She lagged behind, she ceded her space
A leak here, a crack there, galore abuse
Beaten and bent, spent beyond use
Green moss covered where paint stood proud
Covered her nakedness like a grim shroud
As she rested, I recalled her glory gone by
Why do we all have to age and die
Chop her into pieces, sell the wood for fire
My heart cringed at the thoughts so dire
She lay on the beach, waiting as though
For one last ride, one last furlough
She longed and belonged to the sea
So I untethered her and set her free.
