Classic Poem

When you walk up a street you breast the air
As bathers push the sea for love of it
And buoyantly yet guardedly submit
To hidden forces there.

It is as though you understand the tide
Of life that undulates about your tread;
You will not let it stay your course, instead
It gives your progress pride.

Before you, like the break of high tides, tower
Uncertainties you do not fear to meet,
Knowing that none can dispossess your feet
Of this deliberate hour.