Our Lives

 

Yet another poem from my teen years. This month I am participating in Camp NaNoWriMo (for the first time). I am typing up my poems as my project.

  Our Lives

    The days of our lives are like a mountain stream:

   When our lives first start,

  They’re like a gurgling creek

Just playing along the carefree way;

  But as we get older,

   The days get swifter and wilder

     Like a roaring mountain stream;

   Then suddenly we come to a waterfall,

  Some are larger than others, some hardly have one;

Then they grow slightly quieter

  As the stream gets wider and wider,

   Until they’re only as rapids in a peaceful river

    Then our river of life joins with another

      Making up only one, and we journey on;

    And soon our days are smooth but swift

   Like the grand ol’ Mississippi River

  Then we empty into

The vast Ocean of Eternity.

                           March 22, 1979

(written for an English assignment)