River - Nits

So many years

And the river flows down

So many

It is hard to count them

And so many years

I am standing there

On this stone bridge

Now

Like sand flows

Through my fingers

The water flows under me

So forgotten in the city smoke

So many years

I’ve tried to find a photograph

Taken somewhere

Here

It’s a sad day

Sand through my fingers

Time

Sad old river

You smile