Everyone you could possibly become
Forlorn observer of the glad bathers
Swims before you, hideous or handsome
The throng of possibilities gathers
Choose carefully from behind your bored hair
Distinguish mere seeming from real being
Each mode of comportment, weigh and compare
From straying husband to priest, faith forsaking
The river will change each time you leap in
You will change in turn; time will see to that
The water will remember each, small sin
Each wave and ripple knows what it aims at
Perhaps you are wise to watch from the bank
Many who jumped in all too promptly sank
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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