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The Waves of Life


The Waves of Life

by Robert Neest


A child is born, a new and different soul

Who enters into changing waves of life

That carry him from birth until his death

Through sorrow, joy, despair and happiness.


The childhood starts as blessing and great joy

For caring parents that are nurturing

Before emerging in the cruel world

Where people always want what others have.


As growing up, the goals are aiming high

At fame and glory, being known around,

And money, riches, to dispose at will,

The happiness to own more than the rest.


At last, the waves of life are reaching shore,

To spread across when hitting the firm ground

And then are going back into the sea

Becoming parts of new tides that arise.



 

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