A river always wants to be other than where it's been;
But always with it as it moves along are bits and pieces of its past
So all the while, it's never alone,
It's always with itself again.Some rivers laugh, some rivers crash, while others seem to sleep;
At times, some seem to freeze to death and some accomplish all four;
But there is one certain river creed:
All rivers run down deep.Yet with this fact that quality remains that's shared by not all men;
But could be learned from the smallest creek to the largest river,
For every stream has a common dream
And that's not to be where it's been.And that's the code—perhaps the curse—by which some
seem to be bound,
They must shun quiet eddies and restful pools for the steady onward flow;
Not that it's wise nor that it's wrong,
But it so often appears unsound.© 1981 AZTexts Publishing, Inc.