A Woodsy Stream

Life is like a woodsy stream
That constantly is flowing
You’re just a bubble in that stream
Not knowing where you’re going
Twists and turns come suddenly
And catch you unaware
But you ride upon the current
The twists and turns your fare
When rocks and logs get in the way
You somehow flow around them
You don’t let yourself get bogged down
With the drama that surrounds them
The stream’s sometimes so quiet
You can almost hear things think
Then all at once it gets so loud
Your eyes begin to blink
And then it changes once again
For no un-Godly reason
And this goes on for years and years
And season after season
And there are bigger things my friend
That come upon the stream
Disrupting how the water flows
Disturbing all your dreams
Then in a fleeting moment
You look and they are gone
And just like that you realize
That you have too moved on
Sure you’ll come upon some rapids
And perhaps a waterfall
Just bask in the excitement
Don’t freeze in fear and stall
At times you’ll find a quiet pond
And stay right there awhile
But the winds will change and in a bit
You’ll have gone another mile
My stream’s down to a trickle
But I know it’s not the end
The winds will change and pretty soon
I’ll be off around the bend
I don’t know where it will take me
But I won’t be denied
I can’t wait to see what’s next
I’ve so enjoyed this ride

Mdailey - 7/3/09
Not my usual poem - no irony / no punch line / just the rambling of an old man's mind