Failure as a wave;
It comes and it goes
Crashing upon oars
Of those brave souls
Who meet each turn with the struggle of before,
Growing ever closer to their goal

When the oars cease,
The waves do not heed
And still they fall with equal speed
Swelling beyond what can be imagined,
If the oarsman shies and dares not look at them
For Failure is a wave; a churn That must be met
with eyes uncluttered and heart full stretch.