BlueUnicorn (blunicorn) wrote in poetic_thoughts,

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A Poem from the Newspaper

Life has been perceived to be
like a river flowing to the sea.

A river that may gently flow
and troubled waters seldon know.

Or it may become a ravaged scene
when God and Nature intervene.

And so it is with life some say,
as lives are lived from day to day.

Others have likened life to be
a road or path we travel free,
where a choice of trails can often make
a difference by which one we take.

And so, when trobled times prevail,
life is like a mountain trail
where steeper slopes much steeper upward go;
the easy roads lie far below.

Perhaps upon this mountain slope
we feel despair; we lose all hope.
When we reach a chasm of despair,
the bridge across is like a prayer.
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