Poem 381 – The River of Steel

On the bridge I stand, looking out
At the glittering river below,
Shining in the lights of the city around
And gliding off over the horizon.
This river of steel is older than I
But sparkles more brightly, has no tear in his eye,
For it will be here when I am gone,
It will but sit and rust while the centuries drift by.

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