from the prompt, "Winding River of Life"
|WINDING RIVER OF LIFE
We're born and we scream,
as we take our place
in the stream of life,
in a world of strife.
Who knows what our path will be?
The fact is, we cannot foresee.
As the river meanders here and there
our progress is smooth, the waters clear.
We feel carefree, but there's no guarantee;
to the left or the right it might suddenly veer.
In the distance a thunder.
The current is stronger,
we are steady no longer.
As we plunge down a waterfall
we are all thrown asunder.
The waters churn up sand and stone.
Our vision's obstructed as the waters roil.
And our limbs are flailing in the turmoil
We strive to breathe and to keep afloat.
Some will, some won't.
The river continues on unknown path
(we now know life's not a bubble bath)
curving right, curling left, flowing straight,
no one can possible know his fate.
Be it our mission to reach greater heights
or just pleasantly pass days and nights,
we don't know what life will deliver -
such a lot depends on the river.
Swim on, I say:
Life's not complete,
our last heartbeat.