Life is a river

For what is left,
In the end what will be left,
Things will flow by,
For life is like a river,
It flows,
Taking you with it,
For you can choose the path,
But you can't go back,
Past can never be changed,
It is just it is,
Flow flow in it,
For all rivers meet up in the ocean,
Then the your life will end,
For then we would meet up the death like others,
And it matters what you did before you meet the end,
For the end is the same,
Before is different,
The paths you choose during your course,
Good,bad,worse or something different,
It's your life in the end,
Not someone else. . . .