Poem -

The man I strive to be

I pray each day with both feet forward on the journey of rivers.

That the burdens I bear produce the right fruit,

to give me the strength I need to keep forward

I know life to be difficult and fraught with impossibilities

It is with this I turn to my left and rely on those who walk this path with me

so I may raise them up so we may all gain ever greater heights

my facade of ignorance I once bore is no more.

For I can bear no wasted strength on the journey of rivers

it will only further burden those who walk with me.

with each breath I take more life is wasted so I must measure carefully and live my life to its fullest. I call it the journey of rivers because life is always changing and ever growing.

there are those that would strike at me with bitter hatred and fearful hesitation and they will only meet a wall in their life as they fall behind as I move forward along the river I go.

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Tim Holtman

I wrote this for a college talent show I was the only act were the loud mouth in the 2nd row didnt have some smart mouthed comment to scream out

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Stephen Weyant

tim

don't ever lose sight of this path, this river!

nice job!

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