The River of Life

Life is like a river,

It winds and whirls and bends

You have to follow the current

Until the river ends

And when it ends,

you will see

I'm waiting for you,

standing solemnly

But will you be happy

when you see me there?

Or will you quietly

shed a tear?

I don't really care which one

you pick,

But without you,

I am deathly sick

Authoress: I know! It SO stinks, but I don't really care...