Like a river, time moves on
One day I will forget her
All the things that had gone wrong
And all the good together
Now the pain swells like rapids
But will become gentle stream
Such is just the way of things
In this life the constant theme
We began with soft current
Our water started churning
Excitement, hope, and desire
It set our hearts to burning
Then we found silt and debris
It muddied all the water
Left us fighting every day
Until we could not bother
Finally this river split
And we both went our own way
Shame it had to come to this
I would rather have you stay
As the river moves along
It always erodes the shore
My memory does the same
One day you will be no more.
About the Creator
Christopher O'Sullivan
Poet, filmaker. Please feel free to check out my you tube channel https://youtube.com/@diofyproductions?si=eQKCpdk1asRf1G-g to see what sort of fun shorts i'm making.
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