Bridges, ridges… cliffs and ifs…
How to know which road to go?
Are there signposts apropos,
Guiding landmarks that will show
Each and every threat there?
I’ll cross that bridge when I get there…
Do I trust my eyes to see?
Where’s the gateway, what’s the key
To unlock the deepest me?
Although I’m not yet there…
I’ll cross that bridge when I get there…
All’s uncertain, dark, obscure.
Dangers always lie ahead.
But whose future’s ever sure?
I would live, before I’m dead.
Let me venture forth and dare—
Walk the walk, and climb the stair—
Seek a wisdom world aware…
Will my fate be met there?
I’ll cross that bridge when I get there…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what’s the key To unlock the deepest me? Although I’m not yet there… I’ll cross that bridge when I get there… again great thinking.. notes on the Oil Painting.. thanku. tony
I appreciate your comment and that you enjoyed the poem’s substance. Thank you. I always put notes about the images which I feel is important. I’m pleased that you noticed.