Rivers Flowing
 
The journey to the sea at length
Dashing forth, flirting with the rocks
No time to stop and think
Life is always on the move
 
Looking for a leveling to appear
Exhausted from constant running
Breathing is to lie still and relax
Until being rousted by heavy surges
 
Then it’s down the hill again
A quiet brook never rests
The feeble becomes the mighty again
Waving proud banners on the way
 
Onto mysterious places never seen
Chartered by unforgiving river beds
Rising up to the challenge
Laughing over steep cliffs
 
Until the sea comes into view
The end is nearing, the fun is leaving
Merriment can only be temporary
Life always levels off into complacency
When the proud river loses its name
And becomes lost among the tides

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Robert L. Martin
over 5 years

Thanks Cory. Sounds like me when I used to live in New York City

Cory Garcia
over 5 years

Timeless

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