This Too Shall Pass

Poem For The Times

Tides do shift, don't they?


For every high tide, is a low.


For every ebb in current, is flow.


Everyone drifts with nowhere to go


Violent as is our path


This too shall pass.


For every season is a time


For every rhythm within a rhyme


The dye can be cracked once cast


This too shall pass.


As long as we have will, to break from past


my friends this too shall pass


this too shall pass.