I’d rather be up here somewhere
Than in that river rushing on,
Dissolving tears without a care
And draining hope till it has gone.
With hope removed, sent off to sea,
The body stumbles far behind,
Soon mindless without misery,
A plaything for some nymph to find.
Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Paul Dear with the theme “The River”.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 