The Turning of the Tides

The days are short, while I do report,

as these times all do slip away.

The morning comes, as a hundred suns,

on every single day.

The acts unkind, do so unwind,

as the spindle sets to spin.

People of the world, their tops to twirl,

a chance once again.

That terrible tone, before the dawn,

is then heard about the land.

A warning sound is homeward bound,

as all do so well understand.

The siren's sharp shrill brings a chill,

as worries weigh in so strong.

All the night long, being so wrong,

so bewilders a weary throng.

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A changing tide does soon subside,

as a new world comes along.

The happier times, the ones of rhymes,

to be so crucial in a song.

If perchance you may care to dance,

in life's unrelenting charade.

You'll be received, as one believed,

a fellow marcher in the parade.

If you quote my words today,

everything that I do say, be prepared.

A little self-respect makes all less circumspect,

then every child wins, all are spared.

Better times ahead, no more do we dread,

misgivings, without a reward.

Each positive refrain ours all to gain,

of our goals, pointing us forward.