On Top Of High Tides Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Leave behind those low tides.
Tasteless, baseless.
And negative.
Decide your life qualifies,
To be lived riding away...
On top of high tides.

Don't succumb to being stung,
By anyone wanting...
You down in the dumps.
And proud of it done.

Fly your kite.
Or row your boat.
Don't participate with folks,
Who gloat and boast...
About their ability,
To coast through life.
Just to float.
Don't allow your dreams wished
Smothered or choked,
Like this.

On top of high tides ride.
Do it to permit and commit.

Don't succumb to being stung.
Or become too comfortable,
Feeling down in the dumps.
Too many have already,
Chosen that place to stay.
And await for others,
They can easily addict...
To beliefs this way of life,
Is for the ones who are born
With no alternative.

Fly your kite.
Row your boat.
Don't participate with folks,
Gloating to boast...
About their ability,
To coast through life.
Floating detached,
And distanced from purpose.

On top of high tides ride.
Decide you live life...
Not only with insight.
But purpose to commit to it.
Without seeking the doing,
Of it permitted.