Smoking Bridges
Smoking Bridges
Written: by Tom Wright
12-19-2014
Today I recall some bridges I’ve burned,
And others perhaps left in need of repair.
Of those exhibiting favor that I’ve spurned,
With scant dialogue to brighten the air;
Of some who may have once loved me,
Whether close by or from some distance.
My comfort zone consists of ruts, you see,
So It’s often been by my own insistence.
This quirk is me making up who I am,
And my age presents little hope of change.
Though I’ve yearned to be like Joe or Sam,
Just accept me, and think of me as strange.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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