Life

Life is like a small boat,
that journeys on the sea.
The rough, fierce and
Merciless sea.

Smooth sailing it was at first,
But not long lasting the sea reassured.
"Good things often come to an end,
And I would not give you a helping hand."

Just when things seems very fine,
A strong wave attacks,
And forces the boat to capsize.
It turns back round,
The right way up,
And things began to look brighter.

Just when everything is perfectly fine,
It sails near a rock,
And hits the rock.
A hole appears,
And water floods in.
It sinks.
Second by second,
It sinks deeper down,
And finally resting
At the bottom of the sea.