My Bridge Of Old Poem by Eloida Capuno

a child was i when we first met
i played in your bosom of
slimy wood and rope
then time took you from savage port
their magic wand made you gold
while i wander with a sack of hope

the long stretch of granite
solid rock and lime
the pipeline of my dreams
to places far and wide
retreating with broken wings
into your arms i sighed

lovebirds sang their promises
your pavements heard
hands held with solemn vows
touched your gilded rails
but they whose hearts are desolate
played God as you watched and grieved