Contributor: Gary Thomas Hubbard

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Life is but a blink in time

Some will die as I write this rhyme

Bombs exploding overhead

If our ship sinks, we will be dead

Some stand up and rock the boat

Just to see what makes it float

Others hide beneath the deck

Fearful that on the rocks we"ll wreck

Sinking to the bottom of the bay

I would rather at the helm stay

Helping to steer clear of disaster

The wind picks up, and we move faster

Lower the sails to slow us down

Steer hard a port, don't run aground

We see the horizon of a brand new day

Hard to starboard, a new course we lay

Working together to find calmer seas

The wind died down, it's a gentle breeze

Life is but a blink in time

Some will die as I write this rhyme


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I was born and raised in Ohio and now I live in Florida. I'm married and we have two children. Most important, I'm a Papa. There are a dozen poems on this site and I have a poem printed in "Stormcloud Poets second anthology".