A Bridge Too Far
There is a bridge too far.It crosses, brave, a watercourse;
a steel structure, strong,
unmoving though the years be long.
Too far, this bridge, to cross
on foot or even bicycle;
one must take a train,
or cars are fine, but so mundane.
So far, this bridge, it holds,
kept in place by pile caps
and beams of iron deep,
rooted where the fishes sleep.
But bridges, someday, rust.
Sadly, too, for on that side
is love. So I must cross,
or all will be regret and loss.
C. Sunny McNair © 2014
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