The Lifeboat.

The waves dashed fiercely 
bodies tossed heads up
all alone a singular vessel
Like a wild straying pup.
Thirteen souls afloat
in a wooden sanctuary
not knowing were it was going
no one knew what day.
No food or supplies had been saved
just people still in a trance
from the old to the young
thrown together in circumstances.
The ship had sunk days ago
the lifeboats went down bar one
only one remained intact
Floating in the blazing sun.
One man had taken charge
as excitement dulled common sense
the female passengers crying
No one coming to their defense.
He tried to gather order
as screams of terror flew
this was in desperation
From a terrified motley crew.
Injured people holding wounds
crying with pain
others tried to comfort them
Battered by the rain.
For many days they traveled
praying they would sight land
patience and good fortune
Witnessed by the sleight of hand.
Out of all the ships passengers
only thirteen would survive
starving and half-dead
Lucky to be alive.
Eventually, land had been sighted
for some, they would never forget
never taking anything for granted
No sadness or regret.
The lifeboat now stood lonely
it had saved so many lives
fathers, sons, and daughters
Husbands sisters and wives.
The moral of this story
is work hard as a team
survival is for the fittest
it isn't just a dream.


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