building bridges slowly falling

Building bridges slowly falling

As a child I somehow knew, that looking back would do no good,

I’d build a bridge walk across, do the things I knew I should,

But slowly they’d be falling, from decisions I had made,

Good or bad I stood my ground, knowing time would surely fade,

I left behind those things, stressful in my head,

Resolute in my decisions, my bridges fell instead,

None could cross them over, nor trust my building skill,

Their foothold trembled, fearful, I would not bend my will,

As a man I often pondered, if I was ever right,

Those who tried my bridges, soon took off in fright,

But life has a subtle way, to teach us who we are,

To build a solid bridge, not watch it from afar,

Upon the bridge no gate, nor condition should you cross,

Building falling bridges, a cowboy builder’s loss,

Open up the crossings, in life,, as time goes by,

Judge not the man who built it, his want is but to try,

Older now, yet more than able, to start on solid ground,

Harder to forget, yet so willing to be found,

Yes I built some bridges, some were slowly falling,

I long to hear the sound, of many feet, upon them calling,

Building bridges, slowly falling, fading light, as life goes by,

If there is no foundation, its better you don’t try,

Yet help those who are trying, to begin on solid ground,

No more falling bridges,new life and love abound.

Misunderstanding

Misunderstanding

Sorry, I don’t understand a word you are saying,

Perhaps it’s my accent, she has trouble comprehending,

I was in a hurry, don’t know why she was delaying,

The more I tried, she became more condescending,

Now look I repeated, here’s what I need,

I may as well have asked a brick, the time,

Repeat your last,” You want to be freed”?

I can feel my mouth beginning to mime,

Those around me understood when I spoke,

Some are smiling at my simple request,

I feel like a convict tied to a yoke,

I speak plainly, but still she must test,

Start from the beginning, speak at will,

My mouth making shapes, I again must try,

Frustrated now, I have thoughts that may kill,

All my effort, yet she must deny,

Just wait I thought, until I get her alone,

I’m pretty sure she will get the gist,

Speak plainly you sound like a drone?

It’s going to be herself, myself, and a firmly planted fist,

As soon as I got home I made the call,

We were parting company, as fast as I could,

I picked her up and planted her, half way through the wall,

Understand that I cried, if you would,

How dare she imply she is smarter than me?

Speak plainly and try not to sound like a drone,

She is now stuck, in the wall for all to see,

Understand that you smart less, immobile, dead phone.