Bridge Over Trouble - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
From a storm-tossed sea, half of the bridge was swept away.
Many left hoping for any means “to rescue them that day-.”
Stuck on a bridge, “who could move or find destiny’s dream…?
Each conjured “the how” for such-a-rescue, for a survival team.
Sure, there are many ones “gifted” with not platform to shine.
Their future gifts can be ‘lost, ’ without “medicine and wine…”
Please, don’t let this be-! Lives can die-out in humanity’s sea…
Ones must pay the toll, create a means, and change dire reality.
While once at a bus stop, an old lady asked me for a dollar bill.
Smiling, knowing her need, I gave her a 5-dollar note for-her-fill.
Oprah knew the principle from “the ripples of a stone thrown…”
Thought she’d pay for ones behind, the bridge’s toll shown-.
Actions, inevitably, have a reaction; each deed or seeds to grows.
'Cause of Oprah’s seeds in-kind an internet Angel Team now flows.
TV showed a boy’s challenge: “pay it forward' a revolutionary idea.
Wow, that a child can do what no adults did; inspiringly what a thrill.
Everywhere now others play-it-forward, paying the toll for comfort.
Acts of grace, scattered over, paying a toll for ones coming after.
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