A boat's job is to sail. When a boy dreams of being a pirate, Stealthy, Stealing, Slashing at unseen foes. That boat is made for him. When a girl is fishing with her Grandpa, Casting, Catching, Cursing as the fish gets away. That boat is made for her. When a newborn baby is rocked into sleep, Lounging, Lazy, Lovely in it's mother's arms. That boat was made for it. When children say their final goodbyes from the hospital beds, Aching, Agonizing, Anxious of the world outside of their own. There is a boat, to sail them across the never ending milky way.