Poem for January 11th, 2002 (#2):

"Life, Most Like A River"

Flowing down the burbling brook,

Take the road that I once took,

Leap the rocks that I once shook,

Before I reached this sea of mine.

The bending stream yields once a child,

Then to wider river wild,

Comes from life once young and mild,

Like me, before this sea of mine.

The river widens, fast and deep

The salmon struggle, swim, and leap

But they grew tired, they had to sleep

They slept unto this sea of mine.

The river racing round the bend

A rock bears hard, I lost a friend

Upon whose face I did depend

To get me to this sea of mine.

I swept onwards, myself like tears

Filled with all the good of years

Gone, I said, but not my fears

How could I reach this sea of mine?

But memory does never break

A river runs, the sea to make,

Our circle round, your hands I take

We made it to this sea of mine.

Dedicated to my grandfather, Carl "Pup" Saalbach, and everyone else who I know, have known, will come to know, and will forever continue to know. Be at peace with yourself, and no harm will ever come to you. Amen!