Walking by my sorrows
That I cast away yesterday.
There they lie discarded,
No empathy at their loss.
One need not drag an anchor,
When life is tough enough.
The ship of life can not be anchored,
If it is to sail into a new life unimpeded.
Over the waves of adversity,
Nothing to hinder its gain.
Onward, though the sea is rough,
it is no match for the Captain and his ship.
Love ya!
Jane
through life...
to leave our sorrows behind
And sail on into fresh waters...
And to be happy at a life well lived...
Diana...