women standing at the end of the  dock,
looking out to sea for the love
that is long gone, on the winds of time
I reached out my hand to console
whispered in her ear, "don't give up"
life is not fair or wise, but you are
so fight and contend for life moves on
when you can no longer walk
 crawl and when you can no
longer crawl, don't submit, for
I will be there to foster your weaker moments

then I looking down at her feet, unshod
and I knew how far she had truly come
blushing in my ignorance, I awaken to see
here was a women of substance
humbled was I in her quiet elegance
how strong her hidden inner strength resounds
she would not give up no matter the strife
I whispered then to this persevering soul
when my personal enlightenment took hold
show me the way, for she knew all
I was seeking to learn in life

Turning then she spoke to me
"it's loved remembered that gives me strength"
with that she turned and walked away
watching her fade into the mist, I knew what I must do
so now I stand at the end of the Dock
looking out to sea for love long gone on the wind
feeling another's hand that reached out to me
I will contend to them, when the question is asked
"it's loved remembered that gives me strength"
it then becomes their turn to watch me I walk away