Focus drifts
Just-as tide shifts.
Time to fetch some WATER.
Now, gentle breeze.
I’m on my knees
And praying for my DAUGHTER.
Thoughts of my son,
I wish the best,
Then learn that he has “FAILED”.
Then contemplate;
Gain perspective.
He tried, therefore he SAILED.
He may have lost,
But-that’s not the point.
He played, and so he LEARNED.
He’ll get back up,
And try again,
Which means that he’ll have YEARNED.
And, will now be more prepared.
To face what he’ll take on.
NOT FOR RANT 