I.
I keep losing my oars
In the sea of life
But I guess that's okay,
Because all of the oars
have hurt me at one time or another,
Or just weren't the right
pair for the conditions I was facing.
One pair gave me blisters
all over my hands,
Another, slivers
Another pair was too
small
And a further pair was
too big,
The oars didn't fit me
yet,
But maybe they will some
other day.
My boat capsized once, I
lost it in a swell,
Though I managed not to
lose my oars.
I found a new boat, but
my old,
Familiar oars didn't fit
into the oarlocks.
II.
I keep losing or
discarding my oars in the sea of life,
Storm or calm
But you know what?
That's all right.
I'm growing and changing,
And in the midst of once
again losing my current pair,
But even as I lose these,
I can see new ones on the horizon,
Though the sea takes
away,
It will always give anew.
III.
I keep losing my oars
But the sea of life is ever
changing,
As I must be.
IV.
And right now, my dear,
I have not the oars
required to write this poem to it's full potential.
But as I strain and try my hardest with my current pair,
I am honing my strength, so that when the time comes,
I will be able to wield a new pair comfortably and confidently.
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