The Rivers Bed
The River's Bed
strolling on a summers eve
along a grassy meadow's stream
watching reflections of the past
as they flow by me like a dream
once I was such a bitter man
who had no hope left in store
but summer seasons melted ice
slowly unbinding me once more
to finally dream of better days
as I watch the river flow
to reach a better place in life
your past must be let go
if you don't want happiness
have your misery instead
but you could do what I once did
and walk the river bed
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
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