Tom Bell Poet Bio

Ocean Dreams

At a low point in my life,
Recently seperated from
a cheating wife,
My dear mother had soon
there after died...
And my numbed heart
only cried,
To top it off, I'd lost
my job...
Another reason for me to sob

At that time my tears
were damp,
I considered taking
life's exit ramp..

I found myself one
spring afternoon
On the boardwalk
contemplating doom
When suddenly I did 
realize
Just what lay before my eyes...
The awesome size and
power of the ocean
Of which I didn't have
a notion
Of how and when it was
born,
To that thought my
curiousity was drawn..
How many 8 oz. glasses
of water does it hold?
And tell me, if you can,
just how old?
But mostly, how'd it
come to pass,
How long for God to
cast...

Just minutes earlier
I'd felt so sad
Seeing each couple,
seemingly glad
To be with the one 
they love,
Blessed by God above.
Each happy look
burned deep,
Why can't I find
love to keep?

But the ocean set
me a perspective,
And now that I was
reflective,
Perhaps I can
carry on,
And live with
the fact my old
world was gone.

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