Death of Bridge

Thank you for your care
carrying people across
heavy trucks on my back
water licking my bottom
no repairs, no care, no fare
I carry your burdens daily
pedestrians with dirty feet
but you just smile and giggle
I like your loving curse
when I die, I know for certain
you’ll dance and celebrate
death of a complaining bridge
then build another to curse
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Coreggia Avatar
May 5, 2017 at 7:38 AM
My goodness, what a great write Solomon. I love your sarcastic way of telling us how poorly we manage the very things we depend on. We wait for them to crumble and then have to start all over. Over 55,000 bridges are in need of repair in the US:) Amitiés
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