The Tide of Life

A Sonnet

Donna Davis
The water rises slowly on the shore.

It falters, gliding, gliding back to sea.

To reach its goal, it tries, and tries once more.

It skims the crest; it swells triumphantly.

The water grabs and tries to stay its hand,

And struggles for it knows its life is done.

Once more, once more it grasps into the sand,

But grip is lost and all its life is gone.

A child reaches out to understand.

He falters but he never loses hope.

And, after struggling, he becomes a man.

At middle age, he's reached his highest scope.

But ebb tide comes, however hard man tries.

He grabs at life, but in the end-he dies.

Published by Donna Davis

I am a professional seamstress and costume designer, having over 40 years of experience, over 20 of them professionally. I am also a freelance writer, having published puzzles by PennyPress Puzzles.  View profile

I originally wrote this poem in high-school Creative Writing.
It has been edited and modified a couple of times in the years since then, but is the same in content as the original.

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