A small young boy heard the ocean roar
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A young small boy heard the ocean roar, "There are secrets on my distant shore, But beware my child, the ships bell’s wail, Wait not to long to start to sail." So quickly come and go the years, And a young adult stands ashore with fears, "Come on, Come on!" the ocean cussed, "Time passes on. Oh sail you must." Now its business in middle age prime, And perhaps tomorrow there will be time, Now is too soon, its raining today, Gone all gone, the years are eaten away. An old man looks, still feeling the lure, Yet he’ll suffer the pain rather than go for the cure, His hair is white, he steps with care, The tide has turned, he is aware. So, all too soon the secrets are lost, The regrets weigh heavy at such a cost, And it’s not for the loss of secrets he cried, But rather because he had never tried. Author unknown