~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

More than ten.

BURNING BRIDGES

I have crossed my last bridge,
The bridge of no return.
Too many I have crossed
Not thinking they would burn.
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This time I read the words,
Those on that one way sign
Then I knew each I crossed
Was only for one time.
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I think I crossed my last,
Will walk an unknown road,
Not knowing for how long,
Or the weight of each load.
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Bridges over water
And those above the land,
We cross every day
Made by the workers hand.
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Those that we pass over
Only once and then burn.
They are the ones of life,
Bridges of no return.