Best Downriver Poems

Never Downriver

My mind is in a “shiver”.
Thoughts are going here and thither.
My soul now starts to wither.
I can feel the serpent slither.
But I shall never dither
When it comes to my soul’s wither
I will shout, “Dear Lord, come hither.”
Let the angels play their zither.
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