Crossing That Bridge

When we look into the future, Lots of question marks abound; The most important one, of course, Is if we’ll be around. Assuming that we will, we might Commence with making plans; But sometimes people vacillate, For looming are the spans… The bridges – which we cannot cross Until they’re in our sights. Preparing things too early Feeds disaster’s appetites. And so we wait and hesitate And maybe take a loss, ‘Cause ‘til we come upon that bridge, We cannot get across.