The River of Life

Our River Flows

When it was young

Like us,

It gurgled and laughed,

As the world rushed past,

Like us,

Unafraid of the twists

And the hairpin turns

Daring the cliffs,

And the diving terns.

Like us.

Now the water widens

The current slows,

We cannot see

Where the water goes.

The little boat

In which we travel,

Has scraped the bottom

And hit the gravel.

Here we stand,

Just you and I,

Alone in the river

With a threatening sky.

I marvel your smile

And love of life,

Another year has passed.

Dear love, my wife.


-- gordon william bain, August 2nd, 2008