Friday, August 16, 2019

A Battered Ship


A ship battered 
By the winds, the waves.
The sails tattered,
The leaking holes plugged,
Limping into the harbor.
Slow!
The captain steers the ship from the rocks,
Finds the port: a path to peace.
And repairs, restores, revives.

Will a new sail make it sea-worthy
When it still may be leaking?
Fresh paint may just mask the damage.

The ship wants to sail again, but the waves, the wind:
Prays that it can again be seaworthy,
Strong enough to withstand new storms.

Or should it just safely wait in the harbor
Until the time to be scrapped—
Recycled into a new life.
Go! 
Head for another adventure!
Quietly rotting is not an option.
Check for leaks along the way——
Be mindful of the storms,
But sailing!


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Between Two Worlds

Most of my life, I've considered it fortunate that I was just ahead of the Baby-boom. Generally, the Baby-boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 after the fathers returned from World War II. It was a huge population explosion that has reverberated through American society.

This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.