Currents of the Riptide
by Michael Doyle

On the tip of the continent's ledge
I stand and touch the water's edge
In the memory of those who came before
And will never surf any more

The rides that they once sought
All of the battles that they have fought
Against the currents of the riptide
Across the face of waves they would slide

Standing confident in their reveries
They remain content in their memories
The others that have come and gone
Yet, their legacy will forever live on

In the eyes and hearts of every child
Who as the discipline to tame the wild
If only for moments under their feet
As the hands of Neptune, they rise to meet

The powers held with the ocean
They bring currency to this emotion
Charged with the adrenaline kick into tomorrow
That takes away every still-born sorrow

(c) October 31, 2022  Michael Doyle
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