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The River

As lazy days turn to night
wasted days steal your life
oddly it seems, we just can't see
the bountiful harvest
that waits for thee

We stumble and bumble
as weeks turn to years,staring so blindly
as smiles turn to tears
tending the gardens intentions have made
while riding along in life's parade

The time passes faster
the older you grow
while perspective runs deeper
as experiences flow
the river of life is long and winding
with rapids and backwaters
so keep your sight keen
Written by scopow77 (Scot Powers)
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