Life

 Long, wide and winding, so flows the river,

Never ending and ever lasting.

Twisting and churning, it throws you up,

and leaves you blind like a moonless night.

Sometimes blue, at times black, 

sometimes white as the Angel’s Wings

Calm as a baby at sleep, 

Men were fooled by her sagely flow,

For she holds many a whirlpools beneath.

Tiring for sure and hopeless it may seem,

You pray for the end and a glimpse of land;

It gifts you such moments that you only dreamt; 

it hides such beauty for those who search.

So thrilling the river of life;

Never stop the rowing.

Row, Row and Row the canoe of hope

Row, Row and Row