Down by the River

Down by the river the boats quickly flee

The old man by the tree is staring at me

Self conscious eyes burn into mine

Two distant souls in need of a sign

To the panorama of the river I turn

As the wind whistles its lamenting concern

Faint music from across the river drifts by

The pulsing sun is warm in the sky

People fishing by the dock talking loud

My thoughts lost in some ephemeral cloud

A young mother sits on a bench in the shade

The currents of my sad regret soon fade

Down by the river in this small river town

The old man by the tree, I realize is me!