Dear Editor:
As we sail through life
Friends come and go
A husband, a child, a wife.
The boat can get quite crowded
As we set our sails with the wind
Passengers have to be rerouted.
Don’t get me wrong.
We all have tickets
Continue on with a song
Some of our friends have walked the plank
Some have found their treasure
While some have only pulled a blank.
Carefree passengers make our trip a joy
While others enhance and quicken our pace
Careful who you employ.
Soul mates are golden-
We can tell our troubles to.
We sail by faith and friends untold.
Edith Kane