I wrote this by looking at a picture of my parents staring at the horizon at Paradise beach Karachi.
Now that you have a context, please read and review
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The waxing and waning tides of time,
A little of yours, a little from mine!
As we stand at the edge of the line,
The turbulent quest is our design!
Our ups and downs,
Our high's and lows,
We still stand strong,
After terrible blows!
As time has passed and eons met,
It is now simple,
There is no threat.
Life was but subtle moments!
Where we thought,what comes next?
We faced it all and still do so,
Some moments uneasy,
Some moments, to look up to!
As we reach the end of the quest,
The peace is lost,
As now comes rest!
For us who have worked with no concept of repose,
Rest, a word of caution
A mark of dispose!
As we stand at the edge of line,
A single horizon,
Where our vision combine!
Our music might differ,
But the rhythm stays same
New turbulent quest,
We wish to tame!
The waxing and waning tides of time
A little of yours, a little from mine !
Wow nicely done