I was walking by My River,
There ahead of me sat a man,
A man of very many years.
He was looking at My River
A smile on his face,
With happiness showing all over.
I greeted him with a smile
And sat down beside him.
He started to talk to me,
He told me that as he sat there
The River flowing slowly past him
And His Life flowed before him.
A life full of love,
Love of wife and family.
The music in his life never stopped,
It was always there.
The wonder of nature,
Never ceased to amaze him.
He looked at me
And told me he had always been happy,
Happy with his life,
Now nearing its end.
I got up and started to walk away
And I looked back,
But he had gone.
Then I realised
That that man,
Will be me.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just thinking of my wonderful life. The video is something special, as is Cleo Laine. Some friends of mine went to see Cleo in Concert some years ago and she presented her concert in her normal phenomenal style and then at the end said that Johnny Dankworth, her husband, had died that morning - what a woman.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
you certainly know whats good in poetry.
marvelous!
Thank you onepauly, most kind.
Lovely touching piece and I too love Cleo.
Thank you Michael, she is a great performer.
A fine write Gold. We have river named 'old River' not too far from us. Children were enjoying playing in the Ford - closed to traffic as it's too large to cross.
How old are ya exactly then? Millions of years old, like me? Since 1066 anyway. heehee.
Thanks Orchi, we were hatched together back in the prehistoric era.
The journey of life is full of smiles if one chooses so. Beautiful write Andy.
Thank you AP, yes it is full of smiles.
Your river, my river, all rivers. Rivers of souls perpetually inspiring, flowing timelessly but soaking up our time in this existence. Time of peace and reflection as can be read in your meaningful piece today. Why are we so drawn to bodies of water to contemplate our existence.
Very good question da, maybe it is the flowing silence that calms our souls.
Andy,
A super write! As I was reading your poem, I could sense that it was about you...the ending confirmed it! I enjoyed the video. She has a terrific voice!
I researched her and listened to the video of her performance on the day her husband died where she announced his passing to the audience after she had finished performing!
~Laura~
Thank you so much Laura.
Cleo Laine is a superb performer, as I said some friends of ours were at that performance.
Your poem conjures up the meaning of our existence: we were created for Love. In the Christian tradition this is most eminently shared through the “flowing waters” of the Holy Spirit, born of the Father, through Christ our Lord. Great piece - I appreciate the reflection your poem invited me to...
Thank you Gary, yes we were created for love and the Holy Spirit always flows through us and will always do so. I reflect a great deal nowadays, i have a great many days upon to look back.
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