Life is like a river,
Flowing ever on,
Time the endless current,
That pulls us along.
Sometimes we drift along the stream,
Without a care or purpose,
Happy as in a dream,
No worry to disturb us.
But sometimes like the darting fish,
We move with greater reason,
Pursuing every earthly wish,
Through life’s long season.
Or like the might salmon,
We fight against the flow,
As we struggle ever on,
To find our path to go.
But whatever way we travel,
We come at last to journey’s end,
When all life’s mysteries unravel,
What awaits for us then?
For do we flow into a deep still ocean,
Where serenity and stillness reign,
Or find that rather we end up,
On some strange shore again?
And if by some almighty whim,
We have the choice to gain,
Which then would we ask of him,
To rest in peace or live again?
