I guess life can be like a river 
With rapids and deep hidden whirlpools, 
And waterfalls you tumble over 
If you keep the company of fools. 
And you can quickly get pulled under  
By dangerous hidden snags and rocks;  
You have to watch what a person does  
Not just listen to how someone talks.  
If 'twas possible to live again  
And always view life through wisdom's eyes, 
I'd never be wounded or weary  
From grievous duplicity or lies.  
I'd always know what was the right choice 
And away from the wrong I could steer; 
I'd have that twenty/twenty vision 
Which, in hindsight, is always so clear. 
But the sky wouldn't be lovelier 
Than it is at this moment I write; 
The flowers just couldn't be finer 
Or present a more beautiful sight. 
Though life can be like a great river, 
Either calm or treacherous and swift, 
Waterlilies bloom along its banks 
And it's all a most glorious gift.
Kathy Figueroa
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