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Another old poem from scattered pages torn from defunct composition books, in order to not lose words so carefully rendered. Enjoy

Untitled          By Aileen McPherson

Rushing down the river flows on into the sea,

down I ago along the road after all life takes us too and fro,

ever changing as we go, like the river to the sea doth flow.

Do we dare to chance the rapids, or take the smooth and steady course,

for a new life will you take a chance,

or stand alone and merely wish to catch a glance.

The choice is there for the taking, dare to fly or sit in the shadows and hide,

All the while life is rushing faster and faster past us, as the river to the sea.