Life is like a river,
In the beginning,
It bubbles a lot,
As if forever.
A child also thinks,
He or she,
Can live forever,
They think life’s a crystal stair.
Then the river slows,
as life reaches its lows,
and of course,
it’s highs.
It then becomes smooth,
when we become lazy,
then it feels as if it’s not moving
that’s is our old age
Then it goes out
into the ocean just like
us, going up
into the heavens.
Savor every moment
as the wind blows in your hair
when one life ends
another begins.
~ Jehan Daboo
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