A Sailboat

Life is an ocean, vast and gray,
Cold as ice, an unwelcoming stay.

I am the tiny, tiny sailboat
Crashed by its waves;
With no island to drift to
And no one to save.

I sink to the bottom
On it's rough, sandy floor.
It's dark cold and deep...
And there's no escape door.

I lie there for years
Waiting to die,
While some creatures eat me
And others reside.

I am still here waiting...
Waiting...waiting to grow old.
So lonely among many--
No true friend to share the cold.

Life is an ocean, vast and gray,
Cold as ice, an unwelcoming stay.