Persistence

Sometimes we feel that what we do

Is just a waste of time;

It's out of bed and off to work

To make another dime

And in the bigger scheme of things

We wonder what it's worth,

It seems to suck the life from us

And takes away our mirth.

Just think about the ocean

And tides that never fail,

The crashing waves upon the rocks

That seems to no avail,

Then pick up a grain of sand

And hold it in your hand,

A tiny thing that once was part

Of rocks upon the land.

Each day the waves came crashing down

Until it broke apart

Into a pile of tiny grains

There where the land does start.

Face those boulders on the shore

That seem to ever stand

Keep pounding at them every day

Until they're merely sand.