5 February 2013
Many, many, moons ago, I climbed aboard a big blue boat. It sailed gently down the river, It felt good to be afloat.
Everything was so big, Everything was so new; I looked at everything in amazement, From the tallest trees, to the sky so blue.
I sailed gently down that river, For many many years; The big blue boat got smaller, And so did my innocent fears.
I learned to sail freely, I occasionally tied myself in knots; I gained my independence, By navigating using the skies sparkling spots.
Somedays there were others, Who would wave from the shore; Occasionally there'd be rocks, And fallen trees rotten to the core.
But I would steer past them, And would learn in time; To expect the unexpected, On this meandering river of mine.
At night there would be storms, That would leave me scared and cold; Lightening would strike my sails, But my boat was brave and bold.
Summers came and went, Where I dipped my toes in the cool blue; Sometimes other boats would pass, But one remained and stuck to mine like glue.
We made our own little paper boats, And set them off to sail; We were proud of their resilience, Through the rivers varied trail.
I remember quite vividly, The day the rapids hit; Struggling to keep my boat afloat, To the rivers force I had to submit.
I heard a thunderous sound, But didn't know what lay ahead; From nowhere I was falling, The charts I should have read.
My little blue boat came crashing, Alone into the water below, But she was made of stronger stuff, She survived and stayed afloat.
From that day on, I learned a valuable lesson; Sight is not always reliable, To my heart I should listen.
The river was long, Meandering this way and that; It still had its stormy days, But for the remainder it was flat.
That was many, many, moons ago, When I climbed aboard my big blue boat; I set sail upon the wondrous river of life, I'm now eighty three, but still manage to stay afloat.
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The River • Opuss № I