On The Edge

Living on the edge of a wave
We caught long ago
Hanging ten and shooting the curl
Are just a few of the tricks, one comes to know

Many have joined, this no longer lonesome wave
Memories of the ride, we did save along the way
Prospects of the shore are coming into view
The foam, the spray, the many colors of blue

Before us now, is one certain remain
There are no more tricks
We only want to sustain
A final wishing for

One more chance
One more stand
One more shore
One more time
One more wave

Copyright 1995 Robert Luttrell