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Time waits for no man, but tides can run both ways |
Times & Tides Times when we were younger, the tides stayed out for days Playing on an endless beach, in castles tall, we played Castles built from finest sand, so fragile, so ingrained, Tides oft warned by flags that spanned, the dunes and banks we trained But time, it waits for no man, and tides, they run both ways A rhyme that runs in tandem, with the ides of brightest days Through days so long 'tween rise and fall the sun will have its arcs As night times fall, and moons arise, scanning, light and dark Shades of grey migrate inland, with structures craft from stone Some journeys travelled hand in hand, … with some traversed alone Veneers polished, shiny, slick, a place to hide our fears Yet tides can turn and slide in quick, … the marching of our years Some might make more coastal steps, … the most of every day Fortunate are those who tread, nor lose their sense of play Their passion or their wonder, beyond the boundaries confined That tides can rip asunder, leaving not a lot behind for the quick step to our twilights, we bleed back out to shore Seeking out the playgrounds, where we used to play before Where tides went out forever Pastures paved with golden sands, with tides more close together, than remembered, or was planned Where undertows pull quickly, taking trinkets when they turn Leaving stars on spent horizons, as we watch the sunsets burn 'cause tides, they wait for no Man, Woman... Beast... or Thing Forever churning in and out, for what they take... they bring So play with trinkets offered, and secure what is yours In the end, we are all borrowed, … Sons and Daughters of the shores |