Driftwood

Life meanders like a river running slow

Taking us like driftwood on her gentle flow

Sometimes the currents plot to bring us closer

Little driftwood, for a while we flow together

But the currents aren't always gentle and kind

Some driftwood are drawn in, some left behind

But as is true for driftwood, we always float along

Along the changing scenery, dancing to the river's trickling song 

But no matter where the river plots to carry us tomorrow

I'll always be behind, as your currents I follow...