Bridge
I do not wish to regret this life,
I’ve resolved to live it with purpose and drive.
Connecting the past to the coming days,
I am a bridge that will withstand through all ways.
The poet’s soul is a wondrous carpet of dreams,
From this carpet, your spirit draws its powerful streams.
Generations will walk the path ahead,
Across the bridge the poet has carefully spread.
No matter how many trials this life brings,
The soul of man is struck until it stings.
I will be a bridge, linking the road ahead,
I am not a plow, abandoned in the fields, left dead!
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