by Shawn Allen

Pull your oars, men, hard and fleet
to make it through the narrowing breach.
Every stoke another day,
echoes the hortator’s beat.

Loose carefully your tender doves
before these clashing rocks of life
Some will be crushed and some win free
Some mere trysts and, others, loves.

No man may stay the Symplegades:
tho’ many ships have tried the pass
so many crews have fallen short.

And many Captain’s squandered days
have brought regret they failed the task
to live each day for all it’s worth.

(c) Shawn D. Allen.