Rowing River

Rowing river is where I be,
twixt the mountain, and the sea.
Rowing, not paddling, is for me,
up this river of time.
Up this river of rhyme.

I've been rowing,
all my life.
rowing ain't easy,
but she's my wife.

Married to her,
I should not be.
But like my right arm,
my right hand's for free.

Up this river of time.
Up this river of rhyme.

Into her waters,
I dig deep.
Her flow is smooth,
and it is steep.

Two strokes up,
swept three strokes back.
It's not for trying,
that I lack.

Up this river of time.
Up this river of rhyme.

Will I make that mountaintop?
Only time will tell.
Will these rapids ever stop?
Before the final curtain fall?

Rowing river is where I be,
till time decides to erase me.
Like a pod of a pea.
Floating down to the sea.

Down this river of time,
leaving this river of rhyme.

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Rowboat © Alex Katz

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