What will your life be like in three years?
I don’t know how things will turn out, but I know this for sure there will be more words in the world.
I will keep improving every day and I will make sure I keep fit and keep loving.
Haiku
Words don’t come easy.
I will try to put more out.
The world needs more words.
The Sea Taketh Them
By Mark Quinn
They went to sea that foggy morn,
their eyes of blue, their spirits worn.
They went to sea that foggy morn,
with hearts so light, the day new-born.
The sea was rough, the sky was dark,
the salt hung heavy in the air.
They sailed without a single care,
unknowing of the storm’s cold mark.
The heavens opened, spray did fall,
the waves so white, their spirits tall.
The wind blew hard, a furious gale,
you could have flown with just a sail.
Then came the calm, the morning dew,
the anchor dropped, the sky turned blue.
Yet bodies washed upon the shore,
footprints vanished forevermore.
Families never see their loved ones again,
Hearts so heavy with sorrow and pain.
Now God’s own children, angels bright,
glow in heaven’s gentle light.
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