My life was once a stable pool

bounded on the sides by stones

that held the bank, preserved the cool

of tranquil waters’ silent flow.

But now I pass the river by,

whenever I travel market road

and see the bark-peels desperate try

to keep their heads above the flow.

The river gurgles up and down

cacophony of surging tides

sweeping calm, then rising drown

in moods as varied as its flow.

And ever as I pass that way

this varied variance remains

a broken law, that still holds sway

o’er all the water’s wild flow.

So slow I modify my hopes

or what I now expect from them

I see the calm, I seethe the strife

but learn to go and grow with flow.

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