Poem:

Compare rivers and oceans

With time and eternity;

One flows into the other,

Forever one to be.

The winding ways of life

Consistently descend

Downhill where the scenes

Appear to clearly blend,

Until distinctly so,

Further from the grass,

Scenes of trees and blossoms

Turn but rare and sparse;

Mountains out of reach;

Plateaus dominating,

Echoes of lost years

Behind keep resonating.

What purpose true there be,

Intended for a life

That must begin with pain,

Likewise end with strife?

No fleeting time nor age,

Nor shifting circumstance

Would ever stop to yield

A modicum of chance!

Like rivers and oceans,

Merging one to be,

So is the rapid flow of time

Into eternity.