from the prompt, "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?
We cannot foresee.
As the river meanders here and there,
off to the left or the right it will veer.
Our progress is smooth, the waters clear;
we feel carefree, but there's no guaranty.
In the distance we hear a thunder.
The current gets stronger,
we are steady no longer,
as we plunge down a waterfall
and are thrown asunder.
The waters churning sand and stone,
we can't even think in the roil;
as we struggle against the turmoil
and strive to keep afloat.
Some will, some won't.
The river continues on its path,
(we now know life's not a bubble bath)
curving right, turning left, flowing straight,
nobody can know his fate.
Our goal might be to ride the waves,
or accomplish some great feat.
Alas, sometimes we feel beat,
but a lot depends on the waves
Swim on, I say:
Life's not complete,
our last heartbeat.
The river continues winding on, taking others along.