I am a river. A Poem by me.

I am a river, a beautiful river.
I run low and high, fast and slow.
I feel all of the bumps, along my river.
I can sense the happiness of the life that follows me,
and in return, I feel that happiness.
My life is a river.
I am long, wide and smooth.
I choose the smoothest course.
I can see around the river bend.
To what I desire, I feel, sense.
I can feel the hard times.
The boulders and rocks scratch me,
I choose what I want to feel.
My water is smooth, cool,
It gives me new hope.
A rapid rushes to greet me,
Like those sad times.
Now, my river is at an end.
There are two ways,
Which one will I choose?

In a river, there are many distinguishing features. Life is like a river. The wide river greets all with welcome arms, while a thin river gives nothing away. People should be a wide river. Choosing the smoothest course may not be your choice. It tells people that you are willing to go wherever you please. Living like a river is my choice. It gives me many opportunities. I can feel others, and how they feel. I can see what lies ahead of me. There are some surprises that give me hope. I hope that people tell the younger generation that, “Life is like a river.”