That Old Damn Dam

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