Poem> "Bridging Time"
- Look beyond this wooden bridge
that's molded and worn from so many of the sky's tears,
see its cracks as its year's best giving
its discoloration as a lifetime worth living
and its curves as a new direction to pace.
Take its steps carefully to hear its creaks,
the voice of footsteps that have passed it
and choruses of pitter patter children,
driven by youth's vibrance.
Now hear its tiptoes of unuse
in old age its beauty fades
and succumbs to the cycle of life's passing moments.
When its time has come,
it does not complain or grumble
about how its chance had never come.
It gives itself back to the earth
that first gave it its form
and smiles in the gleam of a sunset splendor.
The bridge that has given so much
to a stubborn, unstopping world
has now become a part of its metamorphasis.