The Tides Are High
The Tide Are High
The tide is high,
as I look at the river's water and its banks.
I wish I could take my troubles,
and throw them into the water.
I am leaving the tide to carry them away,
far to the middle of the waters.
It is yet, knowing that this can't be!
But it does leave wonder,
as to the imagination.
I see things floating in the river wishing;
these were the troubles I threw to the waters.
But he was looking, just a floating passing piece of bark.
Copyright © William Darnell Sr. | Year Posted 2013
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