Water Poem by cheryl davis miller

As unsettled as water;
and changing as quick.
Amazing how you shift an
alliance so slick.

Someday you'll awaken to
find it is too late.
Those you thought you left; left you
as a reprobate.

Those you have clung to will leave;
you there in the dust.
Then stand and look back with a
sense of raw disgust.

Water seeks its own level;
it's ebbs rise and fall.
You'll soon tire of that puddle
you're water; that's all.

c.d.m.12/13/13