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.
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