Ebbing Tide Part 3

Long forgotten kite
Broken and torn
Jostled by the swell
Of Life’s ebbing tide.

Ebbing Tide Part 2

Moored upon the shore
Crushed by the weight
In the endless wait
For Life’s ebbing tide.

Back and forth
The swing sways
Pushed by the waves
Of Life’s ebbing tide.

All my rhyming
Got me thinking
“How did I start?”

Slung on my arm
These words I farm
To place in my cart.

Here I present my thoughts
In these focused spotlights
That are known as posts.

Once it never came easy
Now it comes like the wind, breezy
Too bad I dislike my state’s coasts.