I Am There In the Tides of Time
Of late I feel like a sandbar,
in the proverbial river of life.
Pushed and pulled by the flow,
reshaped by friction and strife.
No real place I feel at home.
Not really anchored , yet not adrift.
No adornment and no beauty,
Get close and you'll find I've got grit.
Somtimes I rise above life to stand,
catching some folks unaware.
I'm usually just below the surface,
over run by life and dispair.
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