At Sea with the Swells

"A rising tide will lift all boats," they say.
That's how it seems to be. The water's high,
And their fine yachts bob on it very
Pleasantly. Too bad that you don't have
A boat. You're tethered to the bottom,
Bouy, by chains which hold you under
As the yachts and waters rise.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-04-07 at 14:02

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Yep the life of a bouy is rather fixed! Rather predetermined Id say. On the bright side, hes a beacon. But untouchable. Got to say Ill never look at navigation markers in the same way after this poem!

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Poor bouys! We could never navigate without their help, but they are held captive. So sad.