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The Swamping Tide
When rent in sorrows I try to find
Another plane on which to set my mind
To distract it from the downward vibe
And thereby avoid the swamping tide
The swamping tide has no remorse
It will hold you if you cross it's course
The suction of it's slimy waves
Has taken many a mind to grave
Grave and dark in their dual pact
Overpowering those that lacked
The energy to pull out of such mire
Their very souls tortured by fire
Fire and brimstone smoking out
Any who's minds are struck by doubt
Keep such at bay by a forward plan
The saving grace for many a man
For many a man will take some time
To watch for dangers down the line
Place a safety net close to hand
And by such means all panic's banned
All panic banned, the moments pass
Relax and take the pre-planned path
A clear head can most risks avert
As the wartime posters said 'Be alert'
©Rhumour
June 23rd 2009
Copyright ©
Dave Rhumour
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