thin king

Good morning.


Flotsam & Jetsam

Time and tide wait for no man
That is alright as we are not human

I flotsam and my twin jetsam
We will wait for the tide and its free ride

We drift and we float just as carefree
Our sojourn is up to the very sea

Night and day we bob far out and near
It matters not where we land on shore

Caressed by wind or scorched by sun
Often we stayed mired in the beach sand

Then we just laze and sooner or later
A bigger wave will sweep us back to sea

From sea to shore and shore to sea
Our journey goes on like eternity

Perhaps a beachcomber may spot us
And crafts us as objects of art and quality

Beauty is us but not everyone can see
Our true beauty lights upon close scrutiny

Give us a shine and bestow us a name
This is one good way to reclaim our esteem

Landscapes out of wood or root as may be
Insects embalmed in sap are not rarities

An amber with a creature within preserved
A treasure to own and true delight to display

We flotsam and jetsam from forsaken wastes
Upon discovery return to our rightful place


Have a nice day.
Ronald