From birth the tides of time both high and low, <br />Pushes our lives to and fro, <br />Without reason, without rhyme, <br />Sometimes bad, sometimes kind! <br /> <br />Looking forward to the tomorrow's, <br />Youth has yet to see the sorrows, <br />So there is no hesitation, <br />To them it is elation! <br /> <br />And as the tides push and pull, <br />Trying to live our lives to the full, <br />There will be those undertows, <br />That create so many woes! <br /> <br />As we fight our way through those, <br />Sometimes with the help of prose, <br />Then look back at where we have been, <br />Toughens the body and soul within! <br /> <br />We took the best that time unfurled, <br />Standing bravely and uncurled, <br />Yet with a sense of loss so very deep, <br />As age upon us will slowly creep! <br /> <br />Until the final twilight on us falls, <br />And the angel of death upon us calls, <br />Making a mockery of the race against time, <br />And a mockery of human kind!<br /><br />Franklin J. Warren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tides-of-time/
