Her lonely boat fated to float aimlessly <br />midstream, weary with sadness, drifting. <br /> <br />Her hold overflowing with duty and feeling, <br />bow rocked by storms, adrift and wandering. <br /> <br />She rows on, not caring who tries to dock, <br />sails on, not caring who tries the rapids. <br /> <br />Whoever comes on board is pleased <br />as she plucks her guitar, sad and drifting.<br /><br />Ho Xuan Huong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confession-iii/
