Victory's Defeat

Children are the edge of every breaking wave Floating on the depth of rolling seas Frolicking with every passing breeze Frothing in the winds of teenage storms Billowing with whitecap frenzied fear Bewildered by the coastline coming near Thus, do they rise and break and fall Roaring through the rocks that bid them stall And lose the fervor with which they came ashore To trickle through old stones now round and sweet That play a gentle part in victory’s defeat