Down the river of life we go
In the flimsiest of craft, and so

Knowing the end will come to us all
We listen for rapids or a waterfall.

Maybe around the very next bend,
A splendid feast or a dismal end.

Keep right on paddling your own canoe.
Don't ever give up till the journey's thru.

Even if your boat should rock or tip,
Be thankful for getting to make the trip.

by D. Edgar Murray