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A Little Bit More...


Life has changed, unlike before,
I'm on the skiff, I see the shore,
In a distance exists, the bright glow,
I'll soon be there, oh yes I know.

The sea is rough, I better go slow,
When the skiff starts, to weigh more,
There's things I love, I'll have to throw,
It hurts a lot, but the pain, I'll ignore.

The cloudy skies, please look below,
The things I love, I must let go,
What's mine will swim, with my skiff to the shore,
Please be kind, when you start to roar.

Far away, behind the glow,
I see a light, that glows a little bit more,
My poor skiff, its scarce, I know,
I'll build you up, stronger than before,
If only I planned a little bit more.

Looking back, at the things, I had to throw,
A few of them, had started to follow,
Knowing that, the others were forbidden to hold,
I bid goodbye, with sorrows untold.

Leaving this sight, I turned back to the shore,
The eyes of my heart, looked back to mourn,
If only I dreamt, a little bit more,
But this challenging sea, we'll never know.

-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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