Bridge of Life
A bridge we build inside of us
From our youth to old age
A swinging bridge quieted now
With a mesh of creepers
Entwined like our tendril lives.
We paint the bridge in different colours
Like nature’s many hues
For life is better when we meet ourselves
on a bridge of love and hope
To stand and cross and reach the other side.
When we are lost and weary
a little disappointed too
The bridge of silver wings will help us cross
And allow the water to flow below
To bridge the gap anew.
07.11.2020
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