Classic Poem

Fate's Ocean lashes the shores of life
Men are the pebbles raked to and fro
On the sounding beach;
Different is each;
Some are dull and some aglow,
With tiny veins of color rife;
Some are smooth and rough are some;
Some go quickly and some go slow;
But all must stir as the great waves come;
To and fro, as the great waves go;—