Happy New Year to all at WOL! 

 

I Sailed across a stormy sea

I wonder what became of me?

Perhaps I settled in a far off land

Where palm trees grow through golden sand?

Or, do I still sail the many seas:

A ghost ship wearing the ghost of me?

Or, maybe, Atlantis dragged me to shore

And there I wander in untold awe?

In time, we build this ship ourselves, 

as the wind of life does blow

But, what we do in years to come

is where your soul shall go.

 

©️ Stephen W Atkinson. The last day of 2024