The Tiny Boat

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.