A Changing Destiny Poem by Asher Proschansky

Angry waves pound my shore
Don't know if I can handle more
The waves want to overtake the villa I'm in
Madly lapping at the walls surrounding
Spiraling Higher out of control!
These waves come from an ancient time
And a distant shore

But the recent past
Will soon become old
And the waves it sends
Will be shallow, only soothingly cool
Faith and belief in the ocean's justice
Allow me to hold on
Until my healing waves come in
And then I'll be good
Don't know exactly when!