The River

The river runs slowly on it's journey to the sea,

And the river remembers about you and me.

I told it my secrets, the good and the bad.

The river remembers the glad and the sad.

When life is all over and the tale has been told,

The river remembers the brave and the bold.

I told the river my hopes and my dreams,

And the river remembers what I wanted to be.

When my life's work is over and memories fade,

You can still hear about me in the riverside glade.