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.