There is a river
far not from here
that twists yet turns,
its waters unclear.
Holding dark, holding bright;
both heavy and light.
Trudging on and on
bringing new life.
At this the place
we keep every embrace,
A smile,
a frown,
a night out on the town.
But in the end
when all is done
who but you can tell?
Still, on the river goes…
but forever close by.
I really enjoyed reading this, thank you!
you are most welcome… hopefully I’ll get more out of my system soon. 😉