The Driftwood Was Saved

life is like a piece of driftwood day after day night after night floating down that River current tossing and turning getting flipped over but never feels it sometimes you're stuck sometimes you get jammed sometimes you get hidden sometimes you get Damned but never get worried where you're going you may travel a few feet you may travel a few miles but always coasting with the smile when you're sitting there with nothing to do feeling helpless feeling hopeless wishing the trip was through hoping and wishing someone will come by and see you one day like you pick you up to take you away waiting for it so long for someone to save you all you could do was pray but nobody cares about that piece of Driftwood it is left in that flowing current nobody knows it's there except the river rat and Mr hermit when it rains it pours but the Driftwood never sinks to the river floor when the river floods the Driftwood is lifted to drift away again the Rapids send it on its way to another place another venture to face till one day a man walks on the river banks finds the Driftwood likes it takes it home cherishes it loves it it's proud to show it off let it have it shine it feels happy and never again Left Behind the Driftwood was saved