Sitting by the shore
Playing with the sand
Watching the grains slip through your hand
Simple lessons in letting go
Plunging deep in what you do not know.
Watching the surfer
Rule the wave
Enjoying his glide
He's got much to rave.
As it gets windy
He comes crashing down
Like a de-robed king
No head, nor crown.
Fickle moments of joy
The pain that comes with falling
The raving surfer
Turns into a creature so appalling.
Tears say
He's in a lot of pain
Yet when asked the forbidden question
Says he would do it all over again.
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