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FROM TIME TO TIME,
I STOP ON BY,
THE RIVERS OF MY YOUTH.
SOME HAVE CHANGED DRAMATICALLY,
GOUGED AND GORGED BY FLOODING,
THEIR BANKS ALL WASHED AWAY.
OTHERS SHOW NO CHANGE AT ALL,
STILL QUIET AND SERENE.
TO WALK ALONG..
OR SIT BESIDE..
MY THOUGHTS DRIFT SLOWLY BACK.
ANOTHER TIME..
A DIFFERENT AGE..
ALL SO FULL OF LIFE.
BUT NOW,
I COME,
I WALK ALONE,
NO ONE LEFT BUT ME.
AND YET THE RIVERS BRING A SMILE,
OF YOUTH NOT YET FORGOTTEN.
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RIVERS OF MY YOUTH
RIVERS OF MY YOUTH
