A bridge near by

Note the flotsam jammed
up in the bottom side of
the bridge.
The bridge is about 12 feet
above the North Fork
Broad River

                                      
                                                               And where shall I go?
                                                               And is this all that remains
                                                               As my way to get there?

              A purpose in the past,
              But now it lies by-passed
              And left as a causeway
              For the consuming foliage.
              Cast in broken disarray
              Over the North Fork,
              Riveted steel in bent way
              Rusts in Time's passage
              In it's sorrowful ending day.