That Day I Got On Board
by Philip F De Pinto
What is reaped
Of an oar sowed
Not in waters?
And what is to be made of the weeping
As finds me rowing in dried up marshes?
The day you got on board
And said you had nowhere to go
And what is to be made of my saying
That I would take you there?
And so I continued to row
While you continued to weep
In so doing you raised the waters
Considerably facilitating our trip
Then you said while I kissed away your tears
Imagine how far we may have gone and how high?
Had you kept your kisses to yourself
We may have reached a star
To which I said - first things first
For first and foremost a rower rowing to nowhere
Has firstly to sate his thirst
In keeping with the laws of shallow waters
At any rate - stars can wait - and we shan't late
As I perceive by the glum look in your eyes
Lots more weeping to come
Posted on 09/04/2014
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