Ocean

When the waves get high

And you no longer hear the gulls cry

The waves whip you about

And you try to shout

Knowing that nobody will hear you

But what can you do

The winds are lashing

The tops are gushing with foam

Then you say how I wish I were home

Or in a nice cozy bed

But you know deep down inside that you

Might end up dead

Then you wake up and before you can talk

A man says I brought you up here

On the dock

I found you laying upon the

Rocks.

Leslie R. Zopf

February 16, 1965-February 19, 1981