The River Of Life - Poem by Sally Davis
Flow flow flow,
How gentle it is
Ripple here ripple there
It narrows it curves it's
up and down.
Then suddenly it's very fast
Out of control, almost
Yes there's a bridge to cross,
It's white and frothy and quite
From the very gentle stream
That the river had started from.
The beginning of life
The middle of life
And the bridges to be crossed
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