Fun says, "My Poem - The Iron Ship."

Sailing on the ocean,
Knowing no direction,
As the guiding stars were long gone,
Shrouded by the smog of advanced technology.

The iron ship was alone,
Left to be guided by the flow of the current,
Supported by the vast amount of water,
Wishing to find land soon.

Yet the ocean was strict and stern,
Sending waves of giant to wash,
Water added with salt to purify.

Rocking back and forth,
To the extent of nearly capsizing,
With rust appearing all over,
Corroded by the sea water,
The ship sailed on.

Holding strong to its faith,
Accepting the harshness of the ocean,
Will the iron ship sink?
Or will it find its land?
Only the ocean knows...