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Poem> "Bridging Time"

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  • Samantha
    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
    Message 1 of 1 , Jan 24, 2007
      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.
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