To Live on a Boat

I guess it’s too late to live on boat
In rising seas and changing tides
I guess it’s too late to set a new course
To follow the moon, adrift through the night
I guess it’s too late to live on a boat
Trust in the wind to keep the sails tight
Of course it’s too late let the ocean take hold
To silence the pull of the sea on my soul
It’s too late I know
Too old for new ropes
It’s too late you see
Too late for old goats
I would if I could
I’d live on a boat
I’d live with a sail, the tiller at helm
I’d live with no Facebook, no insurance of health
With salt crusting on the lens of my glass
From repetitive waves on the bow as they crash
It’s too late for me, watch the sun rise above
Let bright orange hues paint my labor of love
It’s too late for me, leave the my anchor of chains
The mortgage, the duties, the keeping up games
It’s too late for boats
Too late for new dreams
To sink or to swim
Is for others it seems
It’s too late for me

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Welcome to 2015 Napowrimo Challenge of writing a poem a day for the month of April.  This is the month I exercise my poetry muscle without judgment.  I just write, everyday, and we see what happens.  Today’s early Napowrimo prompt is to write a poem that begins “I guess it’s too late to live on a …….”    I used the early prompt because I was chomping at the bit to get started.  With any luck I’ll be back later today (after my morning run) with another entry for the actual April Fools Day 1 prompt.   Thanks for joining me this month!

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