The sea went out. I missed the tide.
I’m stranded, abandoned, left on shore.
My dreams, ambitions all denied.
The sea went out I missed the tide
Like flotsam, jetsam cast aside;
My hopes are dashed, I’m feeling sore.
The sea went out. I missed the tide.
Stranded, abandoned, left on shore.
The tide goes out but will come in
The waves will touch my feet again.
I’ll feel their splash against my skin.
The tide goes out but will come in.
Chances return though odds seem slim.
I’ll be prepared; be ready then.
The tide goes out but will come in.
The waves will touch my feet again.
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You know, Andrew. Sometimes I read the first few bits of your poetry in my feed and I like it. Then I look at the top to see who wrote it and it’s almost always your name up there. 🙂 Hope you have a great day, mate. 🙂
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You say the nicest things!
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Reblogged this on Andrew Green's Poems and commented:
Here’s one I prepared earlier https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/tide/
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