Ol’ Man River

Ol’ Man River, so deep, so wide.
Your channel holds your soul inside.
Your rolling water, so dark, so slow.
Is this the way your thoughts now flow?

Perhaps the night inspires a dream
Of days of being just a stream.
Can you recall your droplet birth?
Your start outside the mother earth?
You then became a bubbling spring
And nature heard you laugh and sing.
You leapt and played like other rills
And tumbled down majestic hills.
So bright and clear your sparkling spills
Like happy kids or champagne thrills.

You disregard your history
Inside your staid maturity?
Perhaps you ponder mystery
Or maybe future certainty.
Do you expect decreasing speed
Or in the present give no heed
That freshness might soon turn to salt?

You cannot win against assault.
Relentless nature’s gravity
Convert’s “Ol’ Man” into the sea.

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