THE FLOW OF LIFE
I have always gone with the flow
and so have you
getting drenched and splashing-
mind running in gay abandon.
Sometimes the water's been grey
and cold, sometimes frozen!
the flow tied up, yet our
hope flowed and blossomed.
And then the low o’ spring,
the water real wild and white;
flailing arms in wild froth and
control a forgotten bank.
As the myriad rainbows
dance of the waves, is it
wrong
to look up and hold hands
for balance,
for life?
~Ben Young~
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