the golden river

[fledgist]

 

the golden river flows out through the arch
and all the hopes we had end at the gate
knowing that winter must at last abate

our last desires have set us on the march
knowing that we have little time to wait
the golden rive flows out through the arch

we want a little patience and some starch
with stiffer attitude and better gait
we wonder at the vagaries of fate
the golden river flows out through the arch