The doctors with their pills
plug the holes in the dikes of life
keeping the ocean of death at bay
But the dikes crumble slowly
or fast.
and the ocean takes over
to make new waves,
one following the other
some more 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
but most unknown
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