The River
To watch the river flowing
With my grief coming in waves
Till such sadness unknowing;
Is this how one behaves?
What to the world I have shown
And how it feels I suppose;
It's to the river all alone
Where my sadness only it knows.
For the river right or wrong
You know it just keeps flowing
And never need I be strong
For ever on it just keeps going.
No promises made by the river,
It offers nothing but tears;
Till beside her as I shiver,
It will wait for what could be years.
Copyright © David Maclennan | Year Posted 2016
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