River Time, Lake of Lost Hope

"Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong in its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away." Marcus Aurelius

River Time, Lake of  Lost Hope

Like a river life sometimes rushes by

Rapidly spilling all of your hopes and dreams over the falls

But beyond the thunderous falls lies a peaceful lake

It's mirrored blue water calls and calls

Within her bobs the hope of many men

Plans they thought were lost when the rushing river came

But few come looking for what they thought was gone forever

Dreams bumping the shore just waiting to be claimed

Hope and dreams are not easy to maintain

In life's fast paced world they are so easily swept away

To be taken by a the fierce rapids of the River Time

Unclaimed in the Lake of Lost Hope to likely fade away