Meaning of A Rope ... A Poem!

As I cast off for that very first time,

The "rope" in my hand has now become "line".

And hauling the sails to the top of the mast,

That "rope", now a "halyard" holds strong,

taught and fast.

Then sailing in brisk winds full force on a beat.

The sails are trimmed in by that "rope"

that's a "sheet".

And now at my anchorage with sails safely stowed,

I trust in that "rope" that now serves as a "rode".

Through all my life I will never lose hope,

Of a reason or time to play with a rope.

I came across this poem recently (author unknown), and thought I'd share it with you.   We'll never lose hope, cause there's always a reason to play with a rope!

Hasta luego ... until then.  Mid-Life Cruising!