Life Is Like A Harbor
Life is like a harbor where ships come and go.
Some ships come early in the day.

Others arrive late in the day.

Some ships stay just a brief time.

Some come and go many times.

A few may be looking for a port to call home.

Some harbors are serene.

Others are more busy.

As the day progresses, traffic may diminish.

Though a sense that a harbor is safe, or in some other sense good or useful, it may mean traffic never fully ceases until the day is over at last.

Though if what is left are good memories, this has value as well.

In these regards, I would say life is like a harbor where ships come and go.



