Contest: Best short poem

[libodem]

12. The elections

Had me thinking about the content of character since RMoney seemed to have none.

This is in a picture frame with a sailboat, no author visible. It must be anonymous.

YOUR GOAL

Ships sail East, and ships sail West,
While the self same breezes blow;
It's the set of the sails
And not the gales
That determine the way they go.

Like the winds of the sea
Are the way of fate,
As we journey along through life;
It's the set of the soul,
That determines the goal
And not the calm nor the strife.



Gives new meaning to: I like the cut of your jib. Doesn't it?