As I walk towards the boat
I spot the familiar,
weather beaten, face,
of my boatman.
He smiles and extends
his gnarled hands,
to help me in.
The skies are dark,
and I can hear the rumble
Of the impending storm.
Winds toss the boat,
but I’m unperturbed,
I know those capable hands,
will steer me through the troubled waters.
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