Tides
By heinzs
Life ebbs and flows like the great Oceans' tides... One day riding high on the incoming crest, Wallowing helplessly, waist-deep in clinging sludge the next. We live on the shifting shore, Each day's sojourn a different beach. Once sandy-soft, pleasing to the toes, Then rocky and harsh, cutting wounds deep in naked feet. In the wind-swept lagoon we compete With scavenging crabs, for tender morsels for our feast... scurrying as do they to beat the next surge and all is once more washed away. The relentless tide alternately feeds and scours. Depositing myriad opportunities in its wake, then, just as easily, dashes them to bits on the rocks. We have but a short time in every new day to find the treasures on the shore... sieze and cherish them 'ere the crabs rise up or the tide comes in once more. Written October 24th, 2001 © on Oct 24 2001 03:01 PM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 10
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"Life ebbs and flows ..."