Stream

Life is like a stream we all float but only a few beam The two banks are seperated On one is joy the other sorrow none related We keep floating till we sink Know not when we'll leave in a wink Here none is attached but moves on As in Gods hands we are a pawn Knowing we will end up soon All are to this fact attune We come we float we may not know how to swim But somehow reach the banks rim We grow make friends and wait Till Lord will open his gate From the fear of hell we mind our gait We all try to swim straight We may indulge in misgivings But ultimately mind ourselves livings