Rough Seas

I had a million things to do

She knew the plans I’d made

And yet she called in late again

Shattering plans I’d laid

I felt frustration start to mount

Although I understood;

She didn’t make it difficult

Just because she could

She too was tossed by life’s rough seas

Lost in the ocean’s roar

And I could be another wave

And beat her back some more

Or I could lift her from the froth

And set her on the shore

The choice was mine to make right then

Fight wrath or be its slave

Be the shore where she could rest

Or be the ruthless wave

I chose the shore, the sand, the peace

And not the raging sea

That’s when I saw there on the beach

Another spot, for me.