Poetry: Ode To The Future
Row, row, row your boat. Gently row
I’m still paddling from yesterday,
while the seeds are dropping to sow.
I’ve stuffed a lot to what I say.
Row, row, row your boat. Gently row,
bring the wind and storm while I lay.
My eggs will hatch while the cock crow,
and today will make me so gay.
Ruddapoet