The Tide
The fish heads talk
through the
fisherman's nets
They call out
with an unheard voice
of what to expect
Your tide is low
but your aim
is true
I'm waiting for the tide
that carries me back to
you
My end is uncertain
but my end is always
near
A life lived
uncertain
A life always
dear
Copyright © Adam Piper | Year Posted 2007
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