The Rule Of Old Poem by Alex Rosak

Comes in the tide of the sea
Irresistable such a tide seems to be;
Its waves gaining stregth as it reaches the beach,
It's a painful lesson those unstopable tides try to teach.
The water comes over, the spray and the foam,
Did in this way the three kings return to their home?

And so the tide is in this night, will settle till the morn,
We never question this, it must surely be the norm.
The moon watches over as the water comes home to the fold,
Oh to keep it out - to break the rule of old!