Saturday, April 26, 2014

The Rower’s Song

Row, row, row your boat
That has been the dream
Of many a maverick
Making his own scene

He does not need to fall in line
He does what he will dare
And if no one else rolls with him
Well dammit he won’t care

But if you wish to come along
And bring with you no strife
He welcomes you with open arms
To dance this jig called life

Row, row, row your boat
That has been the dream
To carve out his own reality
With a well lived life his theme

Some may stand and criticize
And say he is a tool
When if they dared to look around
They’d see they are the fools

Now that is no concern to him
For he has things to do
And if you are wise as that guy
You’ll get to moving too.

Row, row, row your boat
That is still the dream
To meet at that flotilla
And laugh, and hoot and scream

HIs oars are in the water
HIs muscles bulge and strain
But he keeps paddling forward
Even in the rain

They’re standing on the banks now
They’re watching as he goes
And praying for the mist to rise
To reveal the clarity he knows

Row, row, row your boat
That is still the theme
Of liberty and justice as reward
For those who dare to dream

Row, row, row your boat
Merrily, merrily, merrily
Because in actuality
Happiness is the theme

1 comment:

  1. Written in the hours leading up to the post. Inspired by a post on my Facebook news feed by an old friend about to hit the lake with her family.

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