Classic Poem

I am the ferryboat
You the traveler.

You tread on me with muddy feet,
I embrace you and cross over the water.
When I embrace you, deeps or shallows or fast shooting rapids I can cross over.

When you don't come I wait dark to dawn, disdaining the chill wind, the wet of snow and rain;
Once over the water you go on without even a glance back to me.

No matter, I know that sooner or later you will come
while I wait for you, day after day I go on growing older.
I am the ferryboat
You the traveler.