Gentle Man
by johnclarestokes
My the splash you made upon the shore
Trying to drown us in your under tow
Losing the glasses I just got from the store
Leaving us spinning in surf to and fro.
You were born for greater shores than these
We imagined you as a Tsunami wave
Raging to a boil from Oriental seas
Lifeguards frantic the many to save.
Instead you came gently to the shore
For not all waves are born to kill
A playful push to the ocean floor
Come so far just our joy to fill.
Thirty-six years hence we stand
And as a new wave roaring comes
We brace and clutch our glasses in hand
My how you splash my gentle man.
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