May's Art and poems

By the Riverside

By the Riverside I go
fetch to fill my water pot
Without stopping it's flow
Taking everything that was dropped

More than dirt some can throw
There we also go to get washed
All of its tears we see not
All it's happiness we have robbed

When it's decides to show it's sorrow
And one of ours are caught
Because the water thought to swallow
Gifts for the river are brought

No response and no wish to reallow
It's seem with no heart
They forget that it's a fellow
And only wish to adopt

So it's seem as a foe
Later on it's returns your want
you know it's gave less than it's own
Calling it even would be alot