Rivers are like the life we share, <br />Sometimes we go fast, <br />Sometimes we go slow, <br />My river is slow and filled with sorrow, <br />It seems endless, <br />Never turns and always follows the same path, <br />Far from anyone or any place, <br />Alone my river stands and alone it shall stay, <br />The sorrowful river with a path so untold, <br />Will my river of sorrow ever cross paths with one other,<br /><br />Samantha Guinen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/river-of-sorrow/
