THE TIDESBe careful what rubbish you toss in the tide.On outgoing billows it drifts from your sight,But back on the incoming waves it may rideAnd land at your threshold again before night.Be careful what rubbish you toss in the tide.Be careful what follies you toss in life’s sea.On bright dancing billows they drift far away,But back on the Nemesis tides they may beThrown down at your threshold an unwelcome dayBe careful what follies you toss in youth’s sea.
Be careful what rubbish you toss in the tide.On outgoing billows it drifts from your sight,But back on the incoming waves it may rideAnd land at your threshold again before night.Be careful what rubbish you toss in the tide.
Be careful what follies you toss in life’s sea.On bright dancing billows they drift far away,But back on the Nemesis tides they may beThrown down at your threshold an unwelcome dayBe careful what follies you toss in youth’s sea.