If life’s a river
Flowing on a course
Long proven to be the best way
To reach the sea, then flow on
If the rocks and boulders
Are the cross
Each one of us is given to bear
Let our river flow around rocks
Over time, the sharp edged rocks will
Be rounded by the rivers flow
Ever there, but not so jagged
As they were before
The ever changing banks have seen
A trickle grow into a youthful stream
And swelling into a mighty river
That sometimes mingles with another
Every river looks for a path
That’s less rocky, a shorter way to the sea
Ever quietly flowing
Ceaselessly searching
Until one day, when it is time
A new path opens
The river changes path
And yet, every river pours into the sea.
How wondrous a poem you write. Yea, all or everyone, as does the river, seeks the easiest path to the sea, . As the river avoids the rocks in its flow, so do we avoid the toil that is before us - in the end, our goal is the same - to reach our destination with the least impediments.
Another wonderful and deeply wise poem which encourages us to calmly accept the natural course of our lives... beautiful...
that is the ultimate destination of river...meandering or not...so has so is life
life is a river to seek its own level...nice write Anita Best Wishes, Ency Bearis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You did it again, I will try to reach my goal the easiest way possible following the path of the river. Fine write.