Reflections Standing at River's edge, he glanced into its charms,     a portrait, of himself - a child in Mother's arms.  Warmed by her caresses, she spoke into his ear,     'Grow to be strong, my son, the River's current is near.'  The picture shimmered, and from the depths below,     there appeared a young man - with sadness etched in brow.  His father stood by him, and spoke that he would hear,     'Do not despair, my son, the River's current is dear.'  Through him ran a shudder, the sun began to dim,     the image changed again - an old man smiled at him.  With kindness in his eyes, these words he spoke quite clear,     'Do not regret, my son, the River's current is here.'