i sit and i watch the river flow
and wonder where it will go
in the hope someone might know
then i ponder what to do
now i am without you
knowing that the years we had where to few
i watch it roll on by i dream
of where this river will empty , this mighty little stream.
like this river our lives slowly disappear,
as we continue to grow old year by year by year.
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Posted: Jul 18
About this poem:for amanda my wife of 40 years who died on 30/4