I have crossed the river of time,
And never looked down to view it.
Just a lazy old river below,
Seeking an ocean for its birth.
But once it is realized,
And the river meets the ocean.
It wil then lose its meaning,
Forever decomposed.
Life is like that.
The more you mingle around.
You'll find many faces different,
And opinions may abound.
Michael D.
Love ya!
Jane