Tide does NOT heal all wounds...it reveals them.

He was born at high tide
and a gibbous moon
it all went well
but he died too soon.
The tide swept him in
to a family rich and profane
Far too soon he learned
Every moon has its wane.
The waters were high
and soon, he was too
As the tide started its ebb
he knew, at low he’d be through.
When the waters rise
too fast in ones life
Watch for the lows
to reveal a sharp knife
Surprises are found
as the waters recede
some deep in the mud
others cling to a weed.
There is no stopping water
that moves with the moon
It waits for no man
and plays to no tune.
Life can be like tides
It has highs and then lows
We think we control it
Yet everyone knows
That life is fleeting
so enjoy every minute
Don’t waste a day
Be glad that your in it.
Be kind to each other
Don’t get upset
Let the wounds heal
Forgive and forget.
It all sounds pretty good
until the waters go down
revealing the rage
that you tried to keep down.
Your heart and mind
feel every emotion
Your body succumbs
washed out to the ocean.