A Lost River
There I see the river
flow,
Without any spark or
glow
Lost what it had days
before
And it asks me, ”How
many days more
Have I got to see the
show?
How many days more
will I flow?”
Remembering the days
so gay
Whispering with
fishes and chattering with leaves,
Now the days ahead
seem to freeze
Here I see now the
choking plastics,
And I think “How can
death be so drastic?”
How can one forget
the days?
When it saw me with
its silver gaze
How can man be so
blind and cunning,
That he is still
running
For he still wants to
find,
Heaven, that lays
behind!
I cannot say I love
you
Forgive me as I had
no clue,
That it was this you
were going through.
Hundreds of men die
every day,
Some be sad others
make hay
It is not them I am
going to miss.
It’s someone who gave
me a life like this,
It is you , Oh river
you!
And for why I give
you a simple answer,
I am not going to let
you lie,
Neither am I going to lie
Because Oh dear
river, I love you!
KEEP FLOWING........................
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