Rough Waters
River flowing down my lane of life,
rough waters, smooth sailing,
never know which river I'll see.
Clouds above my head covering me,
storm clouds now over my life,
coming to water fall dropping so far.
Shore coming to me gladly,
will leave this old river of life,
and stand on solid ground for now.
Will sail once again someday,
when am ready to deal with
rough water of life.
wrote 5-24-07
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2008
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