R.Benjamin Abate

Rookie - 150 Points (06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Born To Build Bridges Back Home - Poem by R.Benjamin Abate

I can’t stop biting my nails-

Nervous tics of the clock-

'Tic.. toc - Tic.. toc'

I dream of Mattydale-
Chillin on the trails
Wearin' two different colored
 Socks-

We were born to build bridges back home –

No one ever told us, how could we have known (x2)

Standin' over your coffin -

Feelin' as though I should paint it –

Color your demise –
win – win - 
Shit-uation –

I couldn't commit
& I fell into the pit –

We were born to build bridges back home -

No one ever told us, how could we have known (x2)

& When the Bridge crumbles

Beneath our feet

We'll meet under the rubble

& Play with the concrete –

We'll look back on our troubles

& laugh - Yeah, we'll laugh –
Ha-ha-
For we'll be Humbled


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 9, 2013


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