Many bridges I’d built along life’s existence
At the end of each bridge I’d realize the resistance
Wandering aimlessly at many meaningless distance
Wondering if the next bridge built I’d find consistence
Many times I had missed the true understanding of wise
Many times broken pieces were thrown beyond reach
Many promises exploded what once was loves supply
So many times destroying and being impeached
Life has so many steps to take along the bridges we build
Will those who’ve prosecuted me, hang me before truth is learned?
Have they not made mistakes or walked some bridges unfulfilled?
Never seen a perfect bridge without someone who has spurned!
Peggy Nelson
(Goethe Stanza)
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