The waters edge



The days of life come flooding like a water fall,
Tiny water drops counted into thousands,
Each a singular one of its own,
The days we live each a different encounter.

Do we simply enjoy the ride of life,
Do we savor each and every moment,
Life is a lovely ride, if we can only enjoy,
Take a moment to realize a cliff is always near.

Once over the edge of birth,
Life is ours to declare as our moments
Make every day special and caring,
Take each ride as small rain drops.

Turning into a beautiful flowing river of life,
Only to soon we will be caught up in death,
The fluent waters finally making it to the sea,
Just as we do in our final journey.
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Submitted on October 15, 2012

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme XXXX AXXX XXXX AXBB
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 633
Words 128
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4

Omajean Lewis

Born in Oklahoma during the Dust Bowl days, growing up during the early days of the Texas Oil Fields observing WW11 as a child, graduating from high school and marrying in the early fifties, raising two children, Tonya and Brenton through the sixties and seventies and taking care of her parents and parent-in-law through the nineteen nineties has given Oma Lewis a unique perceptive on life. When not busy traveling and enjoying her family with her husband Dalton of 59 years, Oma is active as an artist, photographer, and writer. more…

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