Sometimes

Sometimes I think of life

As a long, winding river

 

We struggle for years to reach the end

And eventually when we do we die

 

So often we ask

What's the point?

 

But i never get and answer...

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[-Scribe in Style-]

A long winding river, never reaches the end
It will flow forever, so don't you see, my friend.
You must reach the ocean and meet the others
Those just like you, even if they feel like strangers.

In the end the answer you seek
the water will be your place to retreat.....

A world of thought! Great poem!