Watching the tide ebb and flow, making me think
of what I ought to know.
Then looking up at the sky, leaving me to wonder why.
Turning around to see if I am alone. But one thing
is for sure, I’ll end up living on my own.
Watching The Tide
Watching the tide ebb and flow, making me think
of what I ought to know.
Then looking up at the sky, leaving me to wonder why.
Turning around to see if I am alone. But one thing
is for sure, I’ll end up living on my own.
Poems By ken makepeace 