The Bridge Poem by Barry Middleton

The Bridge



I see it waiting patiently
I know it will not pass away

somehow it does not frighten me
I chose the path of yesterday

the trees are green on either side
the breeze is just as fresh and fair

on one side is the world of breath
the farther side relieves my care

one side is filled with noise and life
and loneliness and fevered grief

the other side is blind and mute
perhaps the silence brings relief

I cannot know what waits for me
I keep my expectations low

perhaps I'll be surprised to find
a place here Eden's trees yet grow

all that I know is I must cross
and I will keep my head held high

the final bridge to mystery
is welcomed with a fatal sigh

The Bridge
Friday, November 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
dinitrios galanis 19 November 2017

Wonderful the perception of the bridge one has to pass, Barry, The poem carries upon its content and icons our sense of the life we expweienced as human beings under the so called western civilization.

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