Crumbling Bridge Poem by Paul Latham
Crumbling Bridge
A bridge I saw, and upon its floor, I walked, I trembled, I shook.
A fragile little bridge I saw, a bridge of rope, wire and hope,
But hope not enough to cross.
Stuck in the middle, crumbling and tumbling into a bottomless pit I fall,
Falling, falling, down into nothing,
An eternity of darkness and thought.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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8/5/2026 10:51:45 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
Of course wonderful thought and expression mingled together, .....idea still creeps into mind...thanks