The Old Mans Tale
When I started
Down the river I went alone.
There were rocks and foam
And I was afraid
Still being sane.
When the river widened
The shoreline spread before me
And the waters calmed.
I floated along on that placid plain
Thinking this is how it shall be now.
Long I drifted in quiet peace
When again the land narrowed
And the current increased.
Then I realized how temporary
Peace and safety actually are.
You know it is too late
Just before the end.
You hear the waterfall
Crashing on the rocks
Just around the bend.
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