The Rivers Of Time Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The rivers of time
Will find the future ways,
Within steps we climb
Fortune to us each plays;
Nothing forever is hidden
There's a reason for all,
Of them we're never ridden
Later we reach our call.

Rivers are streaming on
Making it to the sea,
When our steps are done
Purpose will set them free;
Dark the thoughts may be
Unclear the sight to reach,
Much further we will see
If we hold on to each teach.

The rivers of time
Flowing freshly through earth,
Always new and sublime
In each try and birth;
Nothing is easy to come
We have to try it again,
There are fortunes for some
When water reaches the glen.