The River
I did not wait
Until age took its toll
Until the years carried me on
Their river of life's memories made
I'd hoped to
I expected to
Whether my sight
Or my hearing
Or my limbs failed my request
To function as they had
And they should
I would
With the determination of one
Who is bold
Not decrepit nor old
But younger than my years announced
Live
The river of life
Has many meanders
And rapids
And treacherous falls
Where you can drown
From the catalog of chaos
Serving to sever your
Soul
From its bindings to your
Whole
I did not wait
For age to tear out my page
Neither did the knife
Or the assailant forever unknown
And now my song is silent
With barely an echo to proclaim
I had ever been
I had ever remained
I had ever been more
Than a ripple
On the river
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