My River

The river of time, rhymes,

It is deep and wide.

The drops of hours, drip,

Tick along with the clock.

Life has learned to flow on, calms,

The river vaporized & is gone.

The riverbank holds the mind, placid,

Stays put, for a way to find. 

To walk safely, over, a bridge for life, slits,

It is as sharp as, is the edge of a knife.