Corroding Tide

Here's my first posting. Its a poem that I actually just wrote earlier today.

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Corroding Tide


The jester is hiding
The hammocks are burning
A new time is riding
Into a world stopped turning

The babies are begging
The young can’t provide
The devil is tagging
They’re in for a ride

Those who know are no longer there
Now we have to bear
The brick on our shoulder
As the air gets colder

-By Daniel Rose

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It's very good. The rhyme scheme is surprisingly subtle, making this a good poem to read out loud.
A bit dark, but that probably what you were going for. Good work!

Thanks alot. I'm not normally that dark of a person, but it was just on the mind. I'm glad you like it.