River
You could say life’s like a river
that pulls you away from your plan.
The water flows which way it wants.
It can overcome any man.
You wade against the sweeping current,
struggling to make your way,
grasping for the other bank,
though it crumbles quick as clay,
but have you considered the pleasure of drifting,
of accepting what you can’t have?
Let the water take your weight –
it might not be so bad.
Some fling their fists to fight the waves,
though they know they barely can,
but why not drift, then look ahead
to reconsider your plan?
that pulls you away from your plan.
The water flows which way it wants.
It can overcome any man.
You wade against the sweeping current,
struggling to make your way,
grasping for the other bank,
though it crumbles quick as clay,
but have you considered the pleasure of drifting,
of accepting what you can’t have?
Let the water take your weight –
it might not be so bad.
Some fling their fists to fight the waves,
though they know they barely can,
but why not drift, then look ahead
to reconsider your plan?
This poem is copyright (©) Trevor Conway 2024
About the Writer
Trevor Conway
Trevor Conway writes mainly poems, stories and songs. Subjects he typically writes about include nature, sport, society, creativity and interesting moments. His first collection of poems, Evidence of Freewheeling, was published by Salmon Poetry in 2015; his second, Breeding Monsters, was self-published via Amazon in 2018. Website: trevorconway.weebly.com.
