The River Of Life

I look down from the old bridge into the river below
The reflection of sun, sky and cloud looks back at me
Water meanders on its long and weary way to and fro
It passes though towns and fields on its way to the sea

Some rivers are dark and deep, some shallow and sleek
But just like all life they will have an end
Every river and every soul is quite unique
All rivers finish in a sea, whichever course they may bend

Every living soul on this small earth is just the same
Except we will not find our end in a great blue ocean
Your own wooden tomb or ashes on a cill will conclude our game
Relief is for some that it is the end of all of lifes commotion