Just as a river must flow from high to low
Life’s journey is much the same
And tho we grow from small to tall
The path is the secret to the game
When all is done and wicked wisdom shows
True happiness knows not highs or lows
For pure joy is merry and just content to be
And this is all that time who takes so much
But in return would have you know
And as a final gift give unto thee
Dean Meredith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/water-finds-its-way/
