Two Streams Of My Life
Two Streams Of My Life
by t.a. mayes
I have two streams that flow through my mind.
One foams and bubbles with raging white water
The other is calm, its current very kind.
The creek on my right is my daily life turmoil
Hiding beneath lie tangles and snags amid the rocks
The current is deep and swift and really can roil
The one on the left is more the way I want to be
The water like glass, it's flow imperceptible
Moving along so slowly, full of serenity
Coming together, combining as one manageable stream
Restoring some sanity to this battered old man
Able to handle the torrents, recovery life seems like a dream
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