The red and white boat goes gliding by
Under a golden, autumnal sky;
Searching for the silvery treasures
That the sea provides in vast measure.
Life's like a boat in which we recline,
From smooth sailing to great storms sublime
We should not dwell too much on dark things,
But we should embrace all that joy brings.
Surely we can turn discord into rhyme
As we ‘re only here for a brief time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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