Wednesday, November 23, 2011

yea, that's right....
it's been a bad day...
nothing to see here people.
just keep moving

A broken bridge

A bridge broken, left to its demise
with little purpose
as the morning fog lends
even more mystery.
Once carrying hopes across
the banks of the Tugaloo,
now it only rusts and gives up to time,
leaving fisherman with
a pier to catch the
elusive dreams.
So sadly, it reminds us of many of our dreams,
cut off in the middle,
no way to reach the other side.
Yet, it refuses to succumb,
and ever aches for the absent span,
that hopes may be seen through
to their fulfillment...