The Bridge

The day I drove up to the bridge was the day, That I knew my Life's journey was ending some way. There was nothing to think even Less I could feel, Made a pact with the devil that was my deal. Forlorn was my heart broke beyond all repair, Approaching the bridge the end near I'm not scared. Though I must have been scared to myself I had thought, As the time ticked on by it was time I had bought. If only the pain I could drown Free I'd be... To go on with my Life so my Loved one's won't grieve. Then it hit me as hard as it possibly could, Those Loved one's again would help Life taste so good. So down off the bridge floats my spirit and me, Tears flowing so hard was not much I could see. I'd made a decision that day I'd not die, Too much of my heart I had given that guy. See If I'd died on that bridge on that day years ago, My grandbabes and me to this day we'd not know. The grief is now gone yet the bridge Lingers there, Driving by know that bridge has grieved it's fair share. These days as I pass that ol' bridge with a smile, Know my Life's not a passage for it's all been worthwhile.