We’d do the same and to these same hopes we would a nursing give.
Life has its joys and sorrows; its sunshine and its rain;
Its griefs and disappointments; its happiness and pain.
We struggle hard for happiness, think we have a boundless store,
When the monster disappointment comes knocking at the door.
Echoes from the Sea
Drifting along in my gallant craft,
Over the ocean, broad and vast.
This story of old to me is told
’Midst the roar of the sea and the creak of the mast.