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The tides of time have broken the bridge, 
the generations don’t connect anymore. 
They  are stories divided in incongruent chapters, 
don’t make a readable book anymore, 
for I don’t understand your language, nor do you mine. 

If my times could be closer to yours and yours to mine, 
we can bring the generations drifting nowhere a bit nearer. 
Together if we can build a bridge you can cross,  
come to my times stalled in my heart,
the times when the values were valued, 
come to my ancient abode I adored, 
the bare walls collapsing, standing on foundation of faith. 
You’ll see my uncared garden, 
the wilted flowers preserving the essence of good times.   
I’ll show you the dusty mirror hiding my happy face,
I’ve left with my times to treasure. 

I can’t cross the bridge to travel to your times,  
I see from far your house in the concrete jungle, 
the windows don’t open to the sky. 
I can see the smiling mask on your face,  
hiding the visage of your tormented mind,
You’ve got from the uncertain times. 

Let us build a new bridge together, 
and on the bridge I will take a step forward, 
You’ll take a step backward. 
I’ll hold your hands with love, 
You’ll hold mine with care. 
The generations will merge in continuum,
you’ll enjoy reading the last chapter of your story.

December 13, 2020
Contest : Your Advice To The Youth
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh

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