Water Under The Bridge

“It’s water under the bridge”
Some people say
As they forget the troubles
Of a bygone day

Forgetting that the river runs
Into the salty sea
From whence it will evaporate
In two years or three

Then falls as snow on mountains
Collects on every ridge
To melt next spring and flow again
Back toward the bridge

Ignoring yesterday’s trouble
Is exactly the same
When it rises once more, you’ll have
Only yourself to blame