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".
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