Storms Poem by Martin Greyford

Life has so many things to offer
And there is more than just meet the eye.
At times we might think of giving up

Because people talk ill of us
The storm becomes big
That we can't handle it.

The waves too strong
And the tides very strange
We lose the way.

Are we at Bermuda triangle
Where ships and planes do lose contact?
Exceptionally, we are ourselves.

Wait a minute
Sometimes it takes the storm
For us to see our Canaan.

For victory is counted sweet
When you have known defeat
Accept the storms for a better tomorrow.