The night is lonely, here goes another short story
Of the tiny boat that was all weary and dreary
All lonely and dazed, with none to care
It so just vanished into thin air.
With no sailor on the shore, it sailed across
Facing tumultous waves, it almost went for a toss
But who cared about it, that abondoned tragedy
No story did it deserve nor any elegy.
But this boat did once have it's own fairy tale
Not once in it's life did to anyone fail
Eroded and corroded though it now seemed to be
Who knows how was decided it's destiny.
That gracious sailor who made it one day
Was denied it's comfort as it was stolen away
And all that while he had worked on it
Had memories of such undisputed companionship.
As it left the docks one fine evening
The sailor could not bear it leaving
And though he cried and tried to stop
He just shed blood till the very last drop.
This tiny boat had it's master away
But could not give up to such dismay
A new world it saw now, some new faces
Life was showing it new races.
The burden had doubled, the care not there
Just tremors and lose screws everywhere
But it sailed through all as it had been deemed to
Life is an adventurous journey, so true.
This new land had found a new master
And her touch clicked heartbeats faster
She took the boat and mended it's ways
Those were the most beautiful days.
But she had to go as fate so decided
Nothing is permanent, it was always prided
The boat had to leave as the anchor got weak
Into another mystery some unknown creek.
The boat still sailed as it sailed alone
In life , hopeless attachments always make us stoned
It knew it had to sail alone and away
Every new adventure in life is just like another day.
