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.