The Incoming Tide

Another year has whizzed by,
Leaving me out of step….

Still some loose ends to tie

Still a few things unsettled.

Wish I could go back in time
Redo the past, prim and perfect.
Tides brought me a harsh message
Leaving me no chance to reply.

Carried on with life have I
Things still under the carpet.
Wish I’d be a genie and
Bungled my cares away

I send my thoughts on a picnic
Touring the days of the past

They wish they’d never come back
And bring me memories  bereft

Hoping against hope
For my savior I await
Worsened without company

That could drown my fears

Eagerly I wait for the coming tide
Never know what surprise it may bring.
Probably turn me forever
Leastways a change in the shoreline.