THE STRUGGLER

As I stood watching the ocean in the ship of fate

a strom was occuring as if full of hate.

The lights turned out, chaos filled the air

for the ship now shall sink, my life I must spare.

I fell the ocean, fear possessed me,

Fear to lose life and sink in the sea.

I was helped by no one yet I struggled for life.

And to fight for my life was my hardest strife.

I sought the for something, something to hold on

And a wooeden floating object to my way had gone.

I clung to the wood for my life there depended.

I prayed and I hoped that my life there wouldn't end.

The sun has appeared, the storm now has passed.

I was drifted ashore and alive at last.

Now I am wiser and stronger at heart

to face another struggle and a new life to start.