Longing For The Other Side Poem by JoAnn McGrath

The old covered bridge sits their whispering it's storied past
I stop at the entrance
And gaze across it's vast expanse

The old wood smell of decay
But today's the day...Is it safe to cross?
Many of the floor boards are missing
With each step It could be a loss

I take that first step
The hardest one you see
The floor boards moan
Safe passage no guarantee

Each step I take to cross this bridge
Is a wearisome affair
As I near the other side
I say a short prayer

Thankful to cross to the other side
Things look different from over here
I think I'll stay awhile
And leave that bridge to someone Else's fears