So Many Rivers

So Many Rivers

I have crossed so many rivers
in a long and wondrous life.
Not that I didn't have troubles;
Yes, I saw plenty of strife.

The first stream, little Guyandotte,
but it seemed not little then.
She covered pain of abuse.
A new life I could begin.

Next, the beautiful Kanawha,
lovely to sail and serene.
This long crossing was the best one,
new life awaited, so clean.

Years later, I left the Kanawha,
my spirits, alone, so low.
Lived near mighty Potomac,
'til I knew which way to go.

Some measure life in minutes,
some count the time year by year.
I have measured by the crossings;
Great rivers have brought me here.

Finally, the great Mississippi,
the end of my life is near.
I'll close my eyes and remember
all the river crossings, no fear.