Gina, today, a poem on the misty morning river:
Life seems like a river you know
It is continually running on.
Where it goes no one ever knows.
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| Northumberland, NY 6:40am June 14 |
Will it take me to the right or left?
I must follow the river bank
Entrenched deep in the ruts I must go.
I must follow the river bank
Entrenched deep in the ruts I must go.
At times the sweet calmness of the flow
Is enough to make you forget
If we could only see what the future held
Is enough to make you forget
If we could only see what the future held
When life hits those turbulent times
It seems as if could loose yourself.
Sometimes the tumultuous current
It seems as if could loose yourself.
Sometimes the tumultuous current
Will rip you under and not let go.
The beauty that we pass on our way
A sweet smile from a fiend or lover
A sweet smile from a fiend or lover
A kiss and tender moment shared
Time spent with family
Time spent with family
They are rivaled by none, it is our own.
The moments shared and
The memories that we create
Will last a life time and then some.
The memories that we create
Will last a life time and then some.
To what ultimate goal does it hurry?
To the grandeur of the blue ocean?
Or something smaller like a lake?
To the grandeur of the blue ocean?
Or something smaller like a lake?
To each goal is a certain path,
That path has only one traveler.
That traveler could be you.
That path has only one traveler.
That traveler could be you.
So make the best of the path given you
So be aware of the good and bad,
But most of all enjoy the ride.
Because Life is like a River.
But most of all enjoy the ride.
Because Life is like a River.
By Jared Mangum