The Newspaper Boat

A small newspaper boat
Folded by careful hands
Delicate and made with heed
Anything it can withstand

It sits on my table
Looking so forsaken; forlorn
A beacon of dreams
Now all almost gone

I had forgotten, you know
That life is an odyssey
Of big dreams and triumphs
That's how you said it should be

I’ll come with my boat
To take you with me
And we’ll write our own story
As we sail the seas.