Servant Or Mistress

Daily I pass by the Atlantic Ocean.

All that wind leaves me

So overwhelmingly exhausted.

I’d be happy to fall asleep

But the seagulls all

Serve as me caffeine.

All I have to do is

To keep a distance from it

And it’s a gentle docile ocean

Where the salt soothes

All me troubles.

The only problems I have

Are when I get too close,

As it then becomes a raging sea,

Whose undertow will

Inevitably destroy me.

The ocean is a sweet

Lovely servant but

The sea is a devious mistress.

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