A half-dipped sun gives warmth and hope
The orange sky helps guide the boat
The old man keeps on rowingΒ through
His journey through the mystic blue.
His hair is grey just like the dust
His shirt is white like morning light
His coat is darker than the coal
But still the brightest is his soul,
That keeps him sailing on that boat,
On shallow water, clear below.
He had been sailing all his life
And rowing down his boat of time
Drawn in by the currents of his fate
The river flows, it does not wait.
When young, the water’s deep and cold
But it gets warmer as we grow
Its darkness clears and depth dissolves
We learn to read the fog , and more,
We learn to sail through heat and storm
We learn to read the wind and shores.
We learn to use the stars as guides
We read the clouds, we hear the tide.
We learn to learn and as we sail
We age while seas remain the same.
The most important that we learn
Is that however hard we row
We cannot beat the currents’ will
The will that guides from underneath.
And so we learn to swim and dive
To read the current and choose wise.
And as the old man sails his boat
We sail our own and stay afloat
Since while there’s water underneath
We’ll keep on rowing as we breathe.
