Wind on my Back ©

Sitting here with the wind at my back
as I sail thro’ life, with
every gybe and tack
ever onwards
in this sea so rife
sometimes with pleasure,
often with strife
and often
its hard sailing
close to the wind
a squall can rise without ever a hint
and the oceans
can
throw such problems
and pain
wrench you apart
every seam
it can strain

Out on the trapeze is the place to be
for the thrill to the nerve,
the buzz of the free
Yes
sitting here
I can hear the lanyard crack,
in my place in life
and
the wind
on my back