Quietly Flows River of My Time: A Poem
Quietly flows the river of my time
smoothly snuggling serrated banks
with each heartbeat like a tiny chime
but with no such days passing as blanks.
River feeling whole from spring to the sea
inspired by youth and serene by old age
at once everywhere that it wants to be
at every curve and at its every stage.
No scare of that final breath appointment
'cause fear is nothing but the part of flow
nothing back there as a disappointment
no bad anticipations, as best as I know.
Deep is the river though at places shallow
water being murky, at other spots so clear
in its part rippled with joy, otherwise mellow
but all in all more steady than it would appear.
Quietly flows on this river of my time
apparently passing, yet still in this now
lending its rhythm to each and every rhyme
I wish I could tell it better, but I don't know how.