The River

The river flows unchanged year after year

And makes its journey to the sea each day,

And we upon the banks must shed a tear

As, likewise, time and love do slip away.

The monuments we build for vanity—

They crumble into dust, almost before

We’re gone. And monuments we build to love

Dissolve as waves retreating from the shore.

No, nothing man has ever put together

Can flow as timeless as the river does,

Nor stand unshaken through the test of time,

And love can never be as it once was.