The Stream of Life Speaks
I forever
am flowing
Where am
I going.
Rippling the
in breeze,
Your I
hopes tease;
But flow
I deep
And where creep!
flood you
I young I old,
am and am
I bracing I cold;
am and am
When depths stir
my you
You success failure.
find or
And one ever me,
no can dam
For become sea.
I the
Cecelia Hopkins, 1985
Copyright © Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer | Year Posted 2019
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