The River

The sky grew dark as raindrops fell Every drop having a story to tell Of their tiny lives, lived through heaven and hell Ending in burning sand, or a clear cool well Human life seems long, moving from beginning to end Meandering like the Amazon from bend to bend With stories floating around like leaves that fell Some with a logical lay, some that nobody could tell In it's course from the mountains to the beckoning sea The river of life shows many sights to see Feelings to feel, people to greet Stories to tell your grandchildren, when your life is in retreat Such stories abound with good and bad Experiences of happiness and a few tad sad The happier ones make your eyes glow Give you strength to stand up and go But deep within you lurks that one story Remembered every living moment, not letting you be Memories of which, your heart they do rend Not letting you run from it's sordid end The river of life finally runs in spate Carrying you into eternity, through death's gate Good stories, from your soul, vanish without a trace Only tales of betrayal remain, and yes; That Face