Building bridges

Building bridges

Yes, I’m building bridges, repairing arguments, from my past,

Stone by stone, brick by brick, time, has long since passed,

With mortar and clay, my foundation, reinforced,

Some of my pillars, just may have to be coerced,

I am open to ideas, I have let my worries go,

On solid ground my bridge, will not sway, too or fro,

Those who come to travel, may well ask me why,

Across my bridge so solid, sooner I did not try,

The past is who I am, and yes I’ve made mistakes,

And this bridge I have erected, will seldom rock or shake,

Your fear of rejection, will hold you from my walk,

The obstacles you place on it, will seal your lips from talk,

Oh but, I’m forever building bridges, inviting you across,

Your choice not to venture over, is, I fear, your loss,

As I look into my past, so many bridges do I see,

Many I have walked across, not so many walk towards me,

Build a bridge ye say, walk to the other side,

My life is full of bridges, it’s you who must decide,

The most precious gift of all, time to win or lose,

My bridges have no tolls, it’s up to all to choose,

Yes, I’m building bridges, I’ve built them all my life,

So very few walk over them, too far and out of sight,

When the clock of life is fading, and time has long since passed,

My bridges will remain, until I breathe my last,

So take the chance and walk, across all bridges, you have made,

Let loose your fear and talk, regret will never fade,

Wasted time, forever lost, here and now, is where you try,

Over time we pay the cost, it’s ourselves who we deny,

Build a bridge, get over it, and walk to the other side,

It’s part of life’s remit, to live and enjoy this ride,

Let others choose to walk, your bridge of stone not wood,

Burnt bridges never talk, whereupon a stone one would.