The Footbridge

We sat, we played, we walked as if they were endless days Sitting on the high curb adjacent to railroad and wall Waiting alone, we threw rocks at anything, until something came We talked, we fought, we sat in deep thought pushing for funlearning in the small town’s streetnaïve in momentsWe drank, we sang, we kissed like there was no tomorrow running along the concrete soapbox, where there once were hand rails Dancing, trying new things on fragile wings of adulthood we loved, we hated, caring less that were not ten feet tall reality wakeslife gives and takes what it wantsescaping truthwe hurt, we caused pain, we stayed to long Lying on the sidewalk, across the way a long train blows We are standing in line as this life comes, halting dreams We can remember, we know from whence we came going back to changegratefully we do not have to behind us are tracks