WEATHERING LIFE’S STORM!
THE HUMAN RACE
FACING THE RIGORS OF A THUNDEROUS EXISTENCE
Like columns of attacking Roman legions,
waves smash against the pylons
of the Manhattan Beach pier then charge
the shore with a suicidal fury.
One after another they strike.
Threatening. Magnificent.
Big invincible bruisers crashing
recklessly, angrily spewing mist
high into the air as they break.
The shore must fear the pounding.
For each giant wash kidnaps the sand,
wrenching it from its mother’s embrace.
Beyond the dark horizon a tempest is
brewing. Its rage has not yet ebbed?
You can feel it in the air.
Humanity goes through life
bracing for turbulence,
then weathering it.
The threat alone forces us to
fear, fret, worry, cower, think.
We do our damndest to batten down the
hatches. Some of us face the unknown
boldly, ignorantly, hopefully. When
tumult strikes, we must ride the waves.
Many become forever lost in the
unrelenting grip of a riptide.
Ironically, storms are like
waves, they never end.
So survivors may rest assure
that somewhere out there,
another rampage is brewing
and heading for shore.
— Boots LeBaron —
(Boots’ book, “THE HUMAN RACE,’ speaks of
life, courage, art, religion, love, war, etc. It’s
available on Kindle and in paperback on Amazon)
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