River

Flowing quietly, yet making a difference
Flowing quietly, yet making a difference

The river flows down hill
Tides follow the moon
Sun rises in the East and sets in the West
Man is born, grows old and dies

While each one follows it designated road
None leaves the path unchanged

River cuts the canyon deep and full of beauty
Tide turns the sea, refreshing and feeding
Sun warms the skin and feeds the earth
Man learns, loves, and returns his gains

Trading knowledge and life to ease pain
These choices reflect our inner self

About Bob

Bob has been a writer all his life. He has had to do many other things to buy groceries and make his car payments, but most of these things have involved writing, in one genre or another.
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