Winding swiftly through the valley, is the river of my life
Rich with life all its own, thoughts and creations I have claimed and integrated
My banks are lined with friends and family, memories of things past
Awareness of those events yet to come to me
The flow of my river is strong and fierce
then it slows to form a gentle pool of perfect stillness
The rapids have shown them selves at times, too
The mist rising from the turbulence, the most beautiful rainbows makes
My river bed is aging, yet no dryness is found
For my river flows easily into this rite of passage
Around bends and over dams
I am strong in the current of my aging river soul
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