We are all boats.
Some of us
Are cargo ships
That can be
Overloaded
With responsibilities
And pressures
But not sink.
Others are ships
That are much too small
To carry any weight
But still useful
To be driven
From one island
To another.
But we all have
A waterline
Where if we are
Loaded with too much
That the line disappears,
We will begin to sink.
This line was
Added by our boatbuilder
Who knows how much we can take,
How big our hold is
And he urges us not
To overload ourselves
Let we end up at
The bottom of the ocean.
This poem really is something rare,that way explains life and death,Jessica you have real talent.