Tides of Life
This ocean so full of constant commotion,
for many it can be the horn of plenty,
if they know how to trudge on with devotion,
else its infinite choices can so portent be.
To swim true and graceful towards what you're made for,
mind not yet its depths while you train your own stroke,
deep torrid allure appears life's most sought out shore,
yet master no stroke and so soon wind up broke.
Just as a hatchling trains it's wings 'fore first flight,
never hatching from egg to jump up with wings spread,
for if this way was true none's thoughts would hold fright,
to practice and learn will allow that fright shed.
Doubtless those greatest in life's endless ocean,
or even the ones which most deem as gentry,
always proceed with true sense and good notion,
else they be sea choked or smashed onto jetty.
Youthful minds might think this way slow or a bore,
but to jump in the depth they sink, gasp and choke,
that path shall alas lead them straight to Death's door,
mind, body and spirit soaked, bloated then broke.
So watch and learn careful from those who've done right,
respect to learn best gain great wisdom, lose dread,
these words if so heeded shall bypass much blight
tides pushing you forward to life's greatest stead.
Copyright © Kalmiqaz Proliterate I | Year Posted 2016
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