New Poem Poem by Fred Babbin

The doctors with their pills and manipulations
Plug the holes in the dikes of life
Keeping the ocean of death at bay.
But the dikes crumble slowly or fast
And always the ocean takes over
To make new waves
Some so foamy
Some more relaxed
Not much more than swells,
One following the other
Just as the waves of life follow each other,
Some notorious, some titanic,
Some broken by themselves or others.
Some joyful, most unknown