How akin to life is the flow its waters hath.
Arising from naught but some snowy abode,
A child emerging from its mothers womb,
Rushing out to face the world that lies before,
Wanting to learn more of what life has in store.
The waters path is replete with twists and turns,
So indeed does life harbor a lot of heartaches and burns,
At each turn, encountering stones and blockades new,
Obstacles that one must overcome, in life's course,
And as do the waters smooth the rocks with their force,
So do these problems unravel with deliberation due.
The waters mingle with another river,
And together tread towards the sea,
So does man find his soul-mate,
One with whom he shall happy be.
And at last, into the sea do the waters flow,
So do we, one day, our last breath blow.
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