The River of Life Flows On
The River of Life flows on (poem)
We all remember our ups and downs, and our smiles to our frowns.
It is beautiful like a crown, a crown upon a woman, wearing a gown, but will always be let down.
Life flows like a river, from being heated to getting a shiver, and it is majestic as a wiver.
The birds continue to fly, high up in the sky, and the children wonder why, why the children cannot fly.
A country of peace, and all in ease, while some have to lease. Lease their home, always seemed gloam, as they always cover themselves with chrome.
Life flows like a river, from the glamorous sky to the repugnant ground, and it can be worse with a frown.
It can be like a play, being played in the broadway, as these actors pray.
Pray to saints day, but they always see their lord as a portrait, while their children horseplay in their school hallway.
Life flows like a river, while all may not be a giver, but they can give up their liver.
And so it flows, the river goes, and life continues to glow.
Fin
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