Sure, here is a poem titled “Idemstroom (10)”:
Idemstroom (10)
The river flows, a constant tide, Carrying all upon its side. Both good and bad it bears along, Throughout its timeless, endless song.
The river’s flow, we cannot stop, But we can choose how we’ll embark upon its top. It can be used to reach our goals, To grow and learn, and mend our souls.
Or we can watch the moments pass, Lost in the future or the fading past. The choice is ours, to use the tide, To ride its waves with open stride.
So let us choose, with heart and mind, To make the most of what we find. For time is fleeting, ever fast, And life’s a journey that won’t forever last.
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