I’ve strolled this river often thinking why
I find myself attracted to its shore,
And after some such strolling, can’t deny
The reasons why it makes my spirit soar.
Down icy slopes it rushes, breaks and winds
And falls and crashes past its many bends,
Yet through its madding gush, direction finds
To get to where its epic journey ends.
As every bend and crash may wealth exchange,
It knows to never turn away from streams,
No matter what their source, however strange,
It joins them all to reach the sea of dreams.
And though I turn around, it onward rolls
Indifferent to my thoughts on pensive strolls.
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