30 Day Poetry Challenge Day 9
Prompt: second fiddle

Strange destiny when,
aboard this shabby boat,
you think back to yearning for
the magnificent ships
gleaming at the docks.

Stranger yet,
when the neglected timber
of this little barge
withstands the horrendous
thrashing of the sea.

And while those steel giants
now lie rotting on the sea floor,
this proud bit of bygone timber
still fares the perpetual ocean,
unbound and free.

1 comment:

  1. I like it. It reminds me of people I once knew who thought they owned the world. And look at them now....