Poetry Challenge Day 182 (Mon Apr 4)
Two men aboard a sailboat.
One is a Stoic, one not.
A fierce storm arises,
the ship is in peril.
Both men become frightened
and turn pale as ghosts.
The Stoic calms himself
and tries to regain
control of the boat.
He realizes that even if
he can’t regain control,
he can at least try his best.
The other man screams and cries,
he is paralyzed by his emotions.
It is impossible for him
to do anything constructive.
I know who I would sail with.