Life is a like a sturdy stream,
And with it flows our wavy dreams.
The Stream will rumble,
And the stream may grumble.
But we should never, dare to tumble.

The flowing stream, may tend to slow,
That’s when our mighty wind should blow.
Sailing fast or sailing slow,
We must never forget to row.

By now we’ve crossed all the bends.
Followed trends, and lost our friends.
But all of this we must amend,
As our flowing stream, it has an end.