Wandering through life day after day, <br />tossed like a ship in a mighty gail; <br />Trying to find a place to anchor, <br />So that I might finally cut sail. <br /> <br />I hope my ship will stay a float, <br />till I can find a harbor of peace; <br />Where the sun is warm, the sky is blue, <br />and the winds they will cease. <br /> <br />I have grown old and weary, <br />my hair once brown now turns gray; <br />Fighting this storm that I call my life, <br />battling both night and day; <br /> <br />Has left me weak and tattered, <br />just looking for some sweet rest; <br />I hope the morrow will be kinder, <br />and not the start of another test.<br /><br />Dwayne Bailey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wandering-14/
