As I see driftwood floating on the lake.
by James D. Keigley
With the ripple of the wave's all around..
No certain place to go. Just floating on the
Going where ever the wave's will take them.
I think it would be nice.
To be like a piece of driftwood. Just going down life's
With no certain place to go.
Just wherever life's highway take's you.
Unlike the driftwood
We all have place's to go and things to do.
So I will just set here, and take life easy
for a short. To envy the driftwood.