The River He Loved
The River He Loved
The river he loved till the very end
was it his enemy or his best friend?
He knew the consequences,he could not swim
yet he took his chances again and again
He knew one day his luck would run out
but I know the river was his friend and his chosen way out.
Copyright © Aleta Pope | Year Posted 2011
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