Time and the river

Time and the river, oh, how they flow

and toil o’er the rocks of life

confined yet so diligently

forging a path to extinction.

Easier simply to know and accept

each has its own time line

that dictates the end of the journey

and makes them be as if not.

But I marvel at river’s fortitude

for it overcomes boulders and rocks

with never a tear, a sigh, shudder,

to tell of sheer agony.

But time, my time, leaves all up to me

and I can’t say there’s never a tear,

a sigh, a shudder, and sheer agony,

while embroiled in the overcoming.

Tomorrow perhaps with belief, faith, trust,

I’ll be like a beautiful river

content and peaceful just to “be”

until I reach the sea!