Harley White

Cross That Bridge - Poem by Harley White

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…

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Verse

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Oil Painting ~ Big Sur: Bridge in the Redwoods – Kirk W. Wangensteen

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 2, 2015

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