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A Poem; The River of Life.
There's a river I know from so long ago and this river, well that's called life.
The journey begins for us all it's the same we float into pleasure and strife.
As time passes by, we all wonder why he said that she said that's a lie, it doesn't make sense
that's in the past tense, just how does a plane come to fly.
As we float along on this river so wide there's a war going on to one side, as I look to the other
there stands my brother on the beach with his smiling new bride.
On round the bend people starve at life's end from a conflict to which there's no answer,
there Gold glints in the light, nice clothes are just right, there's new cars there's laughter and banter.
As I float along comes to my mind a song that tells of love and hereafter, I wonder if love will stay as the dove, that we release to the freedom were after.
Onward we go to where we don't know, to what and to where is our question, as time passes by we smile then we sigh life and death is our only direction.
So as we float on our river of life and were glad that we've made it so far, we must try to improve whatever we find before reaching the sea and the stars.
You can the river below. Death of a Dolphin
© 2013 Graham Lee