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Expired Contracts - a poem on friendships cut off prematurely

Updated on April 28, 2016
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Joy has dreamt of being an ideal wife, friend, and mother since she was 13. Relationships are tops, including those with children.

We're All the Crew, Each Life is a Ship


I wrote this, and "The Dance is Over", in the same afternoon, as a form of therapy, I suppose you could say. They were a way of giving closure to a painful episode in my life.

I wasn't planning on sharing these two poems, but when I came upon them again last week, and still liked them, I decided to see if anyone else did, too.

May expired contracts be kept to a minimum in your life.

Expired Contracts

Relationships should last forever,
Like the souls they twine.
Unfortunately, they surrender
To Change,
Like a ship overrun
Submits to a force of cutthroats.

But I try to see each one out
To it's end.
No, I cannot make a truce with Change.

My ship is driven on,
And those about me plow the waves too,
With the gale of Self-Seeking bellying out
Their sails.
Where are they going, usually under-manned?
Sometimes I wish I had a lesser boat –
One that doesn't require more hands
Than I've got.

Still, I'm glad for those aboard with me.
There's Scott.
He's my Mate, and even acts as Captain,
Which is a position I do not envy.

Then there's Nate.
He probably won't be coming back on board,
After we prepare to leave the next harbor.
But he doesn't see it as abandonment.
His contract is up, that's all.

Jem is another story.
He's not like part of the crew, exactly.
He's more like running
Through a hay meadow in May,
In a splashy rain.
Yet he contributes more than I can tell,
Because there is laugher and mercy
In his presence.

Many others have come and gone,
Their contracts up,
Except for one that I had to
Lock away,
For attempting mutiny.
He still lies below,
In shackles wrought by his own deceit.

Many others are still with me.
Some are better at reading the charts than I.
Some try to pick the compass apart,
Just to see how it works.
Others are better than any gold
On board.

Most of all, I can see each day my loyal
Who knows the ways of the sea
Better than I do,
And knows where I am going.
My Mate and I watch Him together,
And His contract never expires.

- January 11th, Sunday - 2009

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      Joy At Home 8 years ago from United States

      DeBorrah, blessings to you, to. Thanks for taking the time to tell me your thoughts.

      While my friend's contract was in a way expired, he is still a great friend, and is there where I need him most, back in a good part of my memory, making me smile.

      Life goes on, just different, not bad.

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      DeBorrah K Ogans 8 years ago

      Joy at Home,

      This is a beautiful poem! The title is so fitting as well as so TRUE!


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      Joy At Home 8 years ago from United States

      I'm glad you enjoyed this poem, No Body. That brightens my day.

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      Robert E Smith 8 years ago from Rochester, New York

      See when I tell people I am not a poet this is what I mean. You are a poet. Great poem I really enjoyed it.

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      Joy At Home 8 years ago from United States

      GameOn, thanks for stopping by. You made me glad I invested the time in sharing this. A blessing on your head.

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      GameOn 8 years ago

      Just Bookmarked your poem(hub).. I think its wonderful.. :)