Life continues to move along
Whether you get on or get off
Or sit there by the side
On a bench beneath the shade
To smoke a cigar and watch
The wind blow and the leaves
As they fall in every which way
The Hudson stretches on to the distant sky,
Desires run fast to follow the endless earth;
He stands alone without a reason why,
Seeking the sun on a path for life's rebirth.
Roots grown cold, this traveler in New York,
Current obstructed by all he would forego;
It doesn't matter which turn at the river fork
When all of life is a memory from long ago.