Old river(Poem)

Life cycle—————-

There was a time
when I could
cut land
amend stones
flow over
the mountains
and no fish
ever dared to catch my speed.

I was never still
always twisting
and turning the
earth’s crust
cities and civilizations.

Swimmers were cautious
of my flow and gust.
The hills and valleys
sang songs of my glory.
and many tributaries
were eager to join my conquest
like an unruly teenager
willing to explore the drama of
romances in a car.

Now the time has flown by.

I’m wrinkled
I’ve grown muddy
brothers left me away
All the treasures departing
for the younger ones.

Resting at the mercy of land
and ocean is calling me
for a silent death
and I was called a bad omen.

But I’m firm and stoic now
nothing to prove
ready to start
a 2.0
a new sail
into the salty waters
with a locked heart
and cold thoughts
taking off
to meet the colorful corals.

—Drunken Fish.

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