Sunday, August 13, 2006

The Bridge

I've seen the bridge and the bridge is long
And they built it high and they built it strong
Strong enough to hold the weight of time
Long enough to leave some of us behind

And every one of us has to face that day
Do you cross the bridge or do you fade away
And every one of us that ever came to play
Has to cross the bridge or fade away

Standing on the bridge looking at the waves
Seen so many jump, never seen one saved
On a distant beach your song can die
On a bitter wind, on a cruel tide

And the bridge it shines
Oh cold hard iron
Saying come and risk it all
Or die trying

1 comments:

Louis MacDonald said...

Tim,

That's a great poem. It has very "gray" feel to it. In it's literal sense, it feels like the reader is enveloped in a dense fog and gripped by a cold late-fall wind; however, symbolically, it grips the senses even stronger. I especially enjoyed the personality that you've infused with the opening line "I've seen the bridge..."

Great to see you posting!

Best,
Louis