So the waves move. <br />We all find our groove. <br />Some with the silver spoon. <br />Looking wayward at noon. <br />Crying baby all in tears. <br />No milk from MOMS fears. <br />Love rides the tides of life. <br />Full of turmoil and wicked strife. <br />Drunk bar stool tells its story. <br />Empty words of its glory. <br />Cry onward plastic fallen. <br />Calls of the empty stalls.<br /><br />JOE POEWHIT<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loves-ocean/
