A boat adrift, unmoored and losing sight
Of shore, its anchor and support,
Waves moving it further from light,
Just as I am, with no course or port.
Days turn to months and year,
I go about my daily chores and wear,
And see no charm and luster anywhere,
Oh how unmoored I am, amidst the cheer.
Beautifully written 😃🦉
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