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The Dried Up River Bed By: Clark Martin Life is like a dried up river bed Drie and empty, hopeless The weeds that line the banks Are now dead, dried out, yellow The river, empty no longer does it roar Not even a trickle is left Once the bringer of life No longer carries its sweet, sour gift But it does not end there At the dried up river bank Life always cambers on not caring Though it cares not Life is a bringer of more than emptiness and sorrow With luck life is the carrier of many things Love, happiness, fulfillment, excitement, joy…. This is the downpour of the rain The filler of life That will make the river roar again That w