The river of life flows to the sea,
The sea where all lives' end must be.
Some are swift and some are slow,
Read below to know the way you go.

Swift rivers on stony beds are found,
Rushing to the sea with tremendous sound.
If in your life you had to fight hard for success,
A swift river you'd be nontheless.

A river that wanders on the plain,
Snakes and loops and makes little gain.
If your life is slow and filled with ease,
Your progress to the sea might just freeze.

For most of us though,
Life is a mix of the fast and the slow,
Like a river that through various terrains does flow,
We stumble and fumble along, and to the sea we go.