Row Your Boat Gently

 I Have a Dream

If life is “but a dream”

As the nursery rhyme suggests

I wonder how many lives I’ve lived

How many characters have I dressed?

Could I have been you?

And you been me?

Could the boat I now row

Once been yours?

As I ponder the strangeness of life

I wonder 

What if our boats share the same oars?

And then I ponder further

If our boats are one and the same

How could I possibly hate you

If we are interchangeable characters in a game?

I row my boat 

Gently

Merrily down the stream

I row my boat

Gently

And remember Martin Luther King’s dream

And I smile at the other people

Gripping their oars so tight

The more I know I am you

The more I know I am right.

So row your boat gently, Friend

And remember as you dream

We may each appear a different rower

But the truth is we maneuver the same stream.