RIVER OF MY MIND

My youth like a babbling stream
Excitedly running, full of fun,
Merry go round or wheel of the mill
Glittering and joyous patterns, playing under the sun.

I sit now, the river running deep
Plenty of wisdom, a wise old sage,
The river of my mind though
It meanders with age.

The slow, thoughtful flow of life
In which I pass my declining years,
I can watch my offspring forge new streams
Joy mixed with sadness are the cause of my tears.

The source of my life is way in the past
With the ocean being my heaven, I'm sure to find,
I smile up at the bridges as I pass below
I'm content to let you see the river of my mind.

Phil Hall  September 2013

Picture "Dragon cross stitch" by Susan Robinson@deviantart.