24 Hours
Move onwards to the river’s edge
as the flow of time goes by,
Catch the last of the passing breeze
before those waters run dry.
The rusting chains of yesteryear
should be left upon the ground,
Let spirits travel to the west
on roads of the freedom bound.
When everything falls into place
comes the hour for to rest,
And as the children drift away
pray they may be forever blessed.
Paint pictures on the rolling clouds
that carry the dreams of youth;
Draw circles around the words
which capture the lines of truth.
Then wake within the morning’s light
and give thanks for the day to come;
Yet look back to that river’s edge
to recall the life been done.
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