When The Rivers Stop Flowing

Life is likened to a widow,
Once celebrated,
It is likened to a broken bow,
Once aimed and targetted;

Bad woes come and go,
But the clouds remains,
No need to come and boast,
Everyone will die, nothing remains;

Give praise when the river dries up,
Nothing lasts forever,
Open your heart and lift your eyes up,
A way, you'll surely find another