Perhaps, Surely
It comes and it goes
with the tide's every ebb, every flow,
this quiet remembering that,
just by chance
and just this once,
I have been gifted with a life,
as all living beings have been,
but, by whom and why,
I realize I can only theorize:
When the tide ceases to come and go,
perhaps, eventually, surely,
I will know.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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