"Row row row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily merrily merrily
Life is but a dream"

There are times the stream becomes an ocean,
with rough seas and high waves, way above us.
But we manage. We always do. We swim across. Some of us don't make it. But others who follow will.
As my good old friend Ernest once wrote to me ...and to you...we can only be destroyed...but never defeated.
He was inside my mind when I painted this