We all get it from time to time

Pain of love lost - so sublime

Or pain of pride which brims so

With pangs of it as we swim to



The currents made of ripples

Which do pull as they trip us

In imbalanced fields of a scope

Which makes us feel we've not hope



The trick is to survey the scene

And look hard at where we've been

Then look ahead at where we're going

And come to realize there is owing



A fuller, cleaner and more productive life

One which is not filled with so much strife

For there are indeed alternate roads to take

Which have been presented before and thus make



A vision which is complete with wonder and awe

And so very different from the bustle we saw

In times past when things did not always pour

And the frustrations we feel do make us soar



Into undercurrents which produce even more

Of the fruitless squabbles which went before

And soon we must realize they are better ways

To live life, than being always in such a daze.



- Tristram