That Old Damn Dam
There is usually a flow emerging from some source found deep within
It comes out fresh and cold, bringing life to weary souls again
But every now and then the flow stops And I think, what is this a sham
I can’t quite find where the blockage is but I know it’s that damn dam
Most days I take a swim in it or at least float downstream for a while
Taking in all of the scenery and the sound of its flow makes me smile
But some days there’s nothing to carry me The fun and games stop with a bam
There was no warning or explanation but I have a feeling it’s that old damn dam
Has a connection lost its contact, am I sick or just simply worn out
When the flow stops, confidence is not nurtured, and so come the weeds of doubt
I begin to question everything to find what might have caused this jam
I have discovered that it’s not me or you It’s just that old damn dam
And sure enough with just a little time that old flow comes back full force
Perhaps it just needed a little break to draw strength from its own source
So don’t fret when you walk down to that old bank and the flow seems to scram
Rest assured it will come rushing back, for now, it’s just that old damn dam