The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
Remember the tide how it rises and falls,
Let’s pray, pray to God that it never should stop,
It’s same as our life, in the eve, in the morn,
Its wheel keeps on moving, no time for a halt,
It’s same as the tide when it rises and falls.
You’re seeing a woman, you think she is yours,
Your heart’s full of loving, she's all that you want,
But sweet turns to sour, it seems you’ve been wrong,
You know, things just happen, so now she's gone,
It’s same as the tide as it rises and falls.
You’re lonely again, but you feel you can go,
You cling to old dreams that you cherished so long,
You cling to old work, to old friends, you just hope,
While months turn to years till you feel young no more,
It’s same as the tide as it rises and falls.
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
I’ve borrowed the title from Longfellow’s poem “The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls.”
As Macduff says: "Sometimes we just have to commit if we are to stay vaguely in control of things," in control of our life.
Comments (15)
has a kind of ebb and flow 'bout it so to speak
gvmeu2
While one's buoyancy is greater at high tide, at low tide there is richness to be found at the water's edge. And, then there are those unexpected vernal pools to delight! You’re lonely again, but you feel you can go... And, therein, lies hope that the clinging to the past will not last too long.
"Good poets borrow, great poets steal" - T.S. Eliot
the ebb & flow of life and words goes on forever (we hope!) ;-) nice poem/poet.
Rob
Kathy