Poem: The Highest Highs, the Lowest Lows

Waves head to the shore
hit the sand then hiss on back
retreats to gather power
and do the same again.

Voices rise and fall
go into a crescendo then
become softer and softer
heading to another peak

There are good days
where it seems Luck loves you
then She turns her back
and you gnash your teeth.

The highest highs and
the lowest lows.
It will happen over and over
Don't expect either to last.

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