Slowly flows the river of Life,

And years go flashing by.

We grab for the big brass ring,

Right before we die.

We seem so sure it’s worth a try,

And when we fail, we cry.

The rising of Hope sends us astray,

As we enter in to the fray.

We work to keep our doubts at bay,

Despite what others say.

We’ll even take the time to pray.

We believe it will turn out OK.

 

But when we reach the end of the road,

And it all seems to explode,

We retreat to our safe abode,

Crushed by the heavy load:

Disappointments Life’s  bestowed.

It’s a tough row we’ve hoed.

Yu/stan/kema.