Overhearing a poet’s advice: POEM

There is the old game/ Where you say you fail/ While trying to achieve/ Someone else’s aim/ You learn who you are/ As through live you sail/ And yourself retrieve/ Follow your own star

You’ll hit the odd rock

And panic as you bail

Puffing as you heave

Wishing to safely dock

And you make repairs

Hammer meets your nail

You’ll find your reprieve

Hot sheets fill with your air