Poems

The Tide Has Turned (a poem)

The tide has turned on evil men. Their reign of terror at its end. (the third in a series)

We all take our grave at the end of our days. Dreams left unfinished as the body decays …lying silent as children play.

We all have a babysitter, she’s not family, per se. She moved into our home and it seems she’s here to stay.

It’s easy to catch and hard to let go. You’ve got the itch? Well, what do you know.

Since the beginning, my friend, you have been with me, inseparable through it all.

The river she flows deep tonight, her banks are overrun, washing away the heaviness, collapsing ’neath the flood.

How much does one have to suffer before we accept them on our shores? Is their pain enough to satisfy us, the gatekeepers of freedom?

It’s an age old story, one that is not mine alone.

“Friends will come and go, but family is forever.” — Mom

We sit in comfort and watch them there, from the safe repose of our easy chair.