River Poem by J.W. Frogg

There is a River in your head
it flows until you are dead

It brings little thoughtful fishes
and many forgotten wishes

This is where problems go to drown
and is why we fear clowns

The current is strong
and babbles a familiar song

The only bridge belongs to you
You're the only passer into the true

Of it's undertow, you be warned
many a sailor have been scorned

It can suck you in and pull you under
you'll lose your breath, your words, a real blunder

It will smash you against jagged rocks
it will gash you and gnash you, slashing at your socks

These lines appear to be getting longer,
my River's current is getting stronger

In time of despair and troubles
I call on my River's protective bubbles

I suggest you do the same
that is, if your River can be tamed

Heed these words and float downstream
you will soon dry up; your River's death, closer than it seems