Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Cold River

Take a step, in this river of life,
Moves so fast, so quick through my hands,
Never stops, as it winds its way down,
Past the world and through my lands.

Embrace the tide, it pulls you along,
Feel the cold, as it drags through your soul,
Shock of real, through a mind broken by time,
Give up now, all illusion of control.

Every death, happens too soon
Every life, fails to reach full scope,
Timid now, against encroaching night,
Death beckons grimly with twisted rope.

The best of us, die when we're young,
Life leaves us, having spent its time,
Teaching all, to a student of failure,
Whose many lessons drift lazily by.

So grasp the stream, before it dries,
A handful of water, is more than many
take from this world, so immerse in full,
Immerse yourself, and drown in plenty.

-SB

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