BALANCE
Keep perspective balanced fisherman
That you are tiny, sea is large and vast
And though in wonder look and see and scan
But keep the sails securely tied to mast;
And from its bowels earn your daily wage:
A piece of drift-wood, clump of drifting weeds
Will meet your needs. So let it mightily rage
And churning in its madness meet your needs.
Oh! just remember that your bold forays
Are pranks of children on its mightily breast;
And all the tempting sands on beachful bays
Were boulders once- now broken down to rest.
So humble; humble go and cast the line
To catch a fish or two on which to dine.
