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.