Now for a Poem

The river flowed sure & strong & deep & fast
Throughout the valley, around the bend until the ocean it met at last.
It's tributaries fed it well along its way-each one unique
The trees bending along each bank, nodding with breezes their praise to speak.
Never a falter in its course, never a moment of doubt or fear,
Never a day when the water shrank at the sound of footsteps drawing near.
But confidence and surity paled the day the mighty builders came.
Building a dam strong & sure--leaving the river never the same.
So we travel life's course in steady stream finding nothing barring the path.
Happily flowing and following our dreams, ignoring all obstacles--daring to laugh.
Until the day we wake to find an impenetrable object blocking the way
Pooling our might against its strength, bidding us always to stop & stay.
So it is with the unfulfilled dream, with loss of hope and passage of years
We rush at the wall--roar at it--yet, all that remains is a pool of tears.