*- As Rivers flow -*
The moving rocks of time
Dreams of yesteryear
Fragments of worry
All become Time tossed slurry
In tributary of your life
One river course among many
Sometimes found in flood
Other times crushed by drought
In human life the seasons are
Less refined or identifiable
Making it more difficult to gauge
At which level water flowing
If who you meet is full of life
Or on the edge of dry defeat.
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