The River Flows Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Some lives are chiseled polished stones
some others flow like water
some amble barefoot on the sand
a few are solid mortar

My life much like a river flows
it glides through times and days
there is no foothold and no rest
to set down roots or stay

It ever rushes forward
bypassing tranquil docks
betimes it soars with dolphins
or plunges onto rocks

My only harbor is my faith
a nugget of fine gold
it glints and sparkles on the stream
and can't be bought or sold

Some lives are chiseled polished stones
and others flow like water
some amble barefoot on the sand
and some are solid mortar.