My River of Joy.

Goldfinch60



I walk by My River and wonder,

Wonder what my life will be like.

I then look into the deep green water

And see the depths of my future

Pushing ahead with wonder,

With wonder and joy.

My River, always going forward,

So that will be me

Looking back to the beauty,

The beauty that was in my life,

But always moving forward

To that life ahead,

That is bound to bring me joy.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 28th, 2020 02:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just thinking.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments5

  • orchidee

    A fine write Gold. I read part of a book. A character in it looked into a river. Looking ever deeper, he somehow saw at the bottom of the river-bed the primeval river that was in the Garden of Eden. Though book was a bit spooky. I did not read it all.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thanks Orchi, just try the river and look into that.

      Andy

    • Michael Edwards

      And it will - fine write Andy - love your positivity.

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Michael, it is the only way I know.

        Andy

      • dusk arising

        The future is beautiful too and your river will always be there to spur you on. All around is beauty and soon the spring will be here. New opportunities to do new things lay ahead.

        • Goldfinch60

          So very true d a.

        • kevin browne

          Meanwhile keep your finger dipped in the river of positibity and if you beleive in it enough that river will lift you up take you down or any place where you wish to be. Good work GF...

          • Goldfinch60

            Very true Kevin.

            Andy

          • Andrew Charles Forrest

            Love that river Andy such a metaphor for positivist for you

            Great write

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Andrew, it is a real river as well, I walk beside it often.

              Andy



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