Bridge Of Time Poem by Shirley Harrison

When all else fails in love

and the wind of compassion

gently sweeps the petals of time

onto the gutter of life's regrets

desperately hoping they will run down the drain

with autumn's rain

until they arrive into the tempestuous ocean

shaken up and tossed by the great waves

until the petals are gone, never to be found

ever knowing that time

has moved onto a new and more hopeful chapter

where the bridges will never be burned

and those you knew loved you

never question your whereabouts

because somehow...



you managed to find your way home.