March 11, 2012

 

 

The timing wasn’t right,

But then – is it ever?

So many plans on hold

Until the twelfth of never.

 

Schemes and dreams all squashed,

Swept out to sea so fast

What they had got lined up

Like history, now is past

 

Tidal waves still flood the mind,

The horror, daily comes to visit.

The hopelessness of those poor souls,

To just have fun was their requisite

 

The ones who came by chance

Looked fate into it’s eye.

Whilst others booked their journey,

Well before the tide was high.

 

Disastrous though it was,

Gladly some lives were saved.

Such lucky ones indeed.

For whom destiny’s path was paved.

 

Alas, it’s thought provoking

And it proves the sea is cruel.

This greater force around us

Is such a powerful tool.

 

 

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