I have documented my daily life in poetry for over fifty years. It is only now that my knowledge of technology has met my ability to pursue this medium. It is all too overwhelming as I approach 60 years of age in an instant. Enjoy the ride and put your seat belt on...I am starting from now!
To see an earlier decade, the link is:
http://www.pioneernet.net/doge/index.htm
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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