My River

Sitting idly by the riverside,
Tossing pebbles into the tide;
Thinking thoughts of that and this,
Leisurely hours of heavenly bliss!

Chatting merrily with childhood pals, I
ndulging in callow adolescent thralls;
Those confessions of love's early pangs,
Those emotional talks of future angst!

The aspirations for things to do,
And motivations for what to be,
The pressures of simply growing up -
All open, there, for the river to see!

Now it seems like a different time,
A separate place and another clime,
The friends have each taken a separate way
Only the river flows where it used to stay!

Having travelled a path so long,
Had forgotten my little river song...
So busy admiring my feathered cap,
I left the river in my little town's lap!

But humbled was the pride that blinded me,
When I cast my glance upon the sea,
For the river was greater than I could ever be,
And though I did, it never left me!