My Name

My name means City of Trent,
I think that is pretty stupid.
My name can’t be defined by history
because I am the present.
I am now.
Its meaning is constantly changing,
It will never be just a few words.
My name is a river flowing along
Turning left and right,
But staying similar throughout.
It has always meant to live,
To live life to the fullest.
And though sometimes it is weak,
It is always moving forward
Onto a new adventure
Onto a new challenge.
It is always reliable,
Something that will always be.
It cannot be stopped by a mountain.
It will adapt,
It will change,
It can help,
It can carry others,
And after all of this
It will dry up up,
It will stop flowing,
But its mark will be left forever.

This poem is about: 
Me

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