Wreck Poem by Robert Sheridan

One is a carbon-copy of another
From its own, it contemplates
You lose some, you lose some
Wondering is awed, then splintered
Oft times scarred with imperfections
Like trying to find your way out of it
with a rusty nail in a broken compass
One glimpses up trying to pray to heaven
Indifference dry-rots in the long run
Faith springs eternal, keep your head above water
Eventual wreckage of one's hopes.

'2008'