River of Dreams.   9 of 30 April poems.

I sat and watched the river,

Idling its way to the sea.

Smooth and flat,

But not for long.

I sat and thought what

Are my dreams?

Where will I go?

What will I do?

I threw a twig

Into the water,

I watched it float

Away with my dreams.

Lost Dreams are all I

Have now, hindered by age.

My hopes and dreams

Are no longer.

I sit in my chair

And think about

The hopes I had once.

That floated away on the

River of Life.

© Marjorie Lacy.