Drift Of Life

Life goes on like a river, swift and wide,
It does not pause, nor wait, nor hide.
It rushes on through night and day,
Relentless, steady, it flows away.

Your world may stop, may stand so still,
Yet time moves on, it always will.
Too short the days to stop and stare,
Too brief to act a role, to care.

In the end, it's not their voice,
But how you lived, your heart's own choice.
The paths you walked, the love you felt,
The hand you played, the cards you dealt.

For in the river's endless sweep,
Time flows on; it does not sleep.
And when you're gone, the world won't mind,
It'll rush ahead and leave behind.