Sunday, November 20, 2011

Falling Bridges

There were many obstacles in our youth;
We encountered roadblocks every day…
Always finding a fallen bridge,
Opening paths along the way.

Later years found the trails paved,
Though the canyons felt larger to cross…
The abyss much deeper and darker
Our bridges free falling and lost.

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