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
When The Rivers Stop Flowing
Emmanuel Shadrach
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 08/16/2020
Poet's note: Hope
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Poem topics: heart, life, river, forever, broken, open, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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