The rolling waters of the river flow,
Where they end up,
We will never know.

It's God's plan you see,
Not to tell any one of us
That when it's over, where we'll be.

Our lives meander throughout time,
Just as if we were that river,
Our thoughts of the end will not be sublime.

Accept it now and not too late,
We must plan our lives ahead,
and charity and decency will generate.

By: BobEmaKK@aol.com
All rights reserved, (C)1995-2000

"The River"
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