The world is my oyster,
love is my gain…
To harvest my pearl,
comes with much pain…
The past was rough waters,
that nurtured my spirit…
As without some low tides,
how would high ones be in it?
The moon is my conscious,
moving, bringing luck out and in…
But since I’ve met Sarah,
my tides always in!
No mater the pressure,
albeit, gale force or sun…
With my dear baby mother,
and baby…
I’ve won!