The river

Today, I present to you a not-so-hearty verse. It began, in my notebook, as an amateurish sketch of a river, but it wasn’t destined to stay that way. See, instead of sharing that rather mediocre image I thought I would try to paint it with words, in the hope that the verse does what my sketch would never be able to do. That is, strike at more than the eye. Here it is:

The river of existence
Which flows through the land of Time
Is shepherded by the twin shores
Of joy and despair.