To me life is a river that each one of us must cross
From sleepy little eddies to a mass of heaving froth.
At times it may be beautiful, a gentle flowing stream
When times are good, and all is well it’s everything you dream.
The day is warm, the waters cool sent swirling through your toes
So quietly does it trickle past then its journey onward goes.
Not bringing any burdens only happy joyful times
When birds all sing and in the sky the golden sun still shines.
But at times it is a torrent, a raging flowing surge
Not helped by mixing waters when other’s rivers merge
When others bring you troubles, put problems in your way
You feel the water rising, your hopes being washed away.
No bridge to cross for many, too simple that would be
Some stepping-stones are all there are, they’re all that you can see.
So take a step upon those stones, some slimy wet and green
Waiting to upend you into hazards yet unseen.
Be sure your foot is planted, and the stone secure below
Take the hand of someone who’s love you trust and know.
Use your strength together to beat the rivers’ rath
Lean on one another and take the safest path.
Cross the flowing water whether it be calm or rough
When times are good and easy or when the goings tough.
And when the sun of life has set, and we reach that far of shore
Where all our pains and worries will trouble us no more
Look back across the river and the path your life had set.
And know that you were lucky as you did not get too wet.