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Quietly Flows the River Of My Time: A Rhyme to Inspire

Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.


Time is free, but it's priceless. You can't own it, but you can use it. You can't keep it, but you can spend it. Once you've lost it, you can never get it back.

-- Harvey MacKay

Quietly, gently flows the river of my time

smoothly snuggling to its serrated banks

with each heartbeat like pulsating chime

but without any days that pass as blanks.

River feeling whole from its spring to sea

vitalized by youth and serene by this age

at once everywhere that it chooses to be

living its every curve and its every stage.

With no care of the ocean's appointment

each fear is dipped in the peaceful flow

nothing back there as disappointment

or upcoming problems that I'd know.

Deep is this river, though at places shallow

water being murky, and at some spots clear

rippled with a big joy and otherwise mellow

all in all more steady than it would appear.

And so, quietly flows this river of my time

apparently passing but still in its every now

lending its rhythm to my every single rhyme

I wish I could say it better, but don't know how.

© 2022 Val Karas

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