The Bridge To Nowhere Poem by Edwina Reizer
The Bridge To Nowhere
We've been crossing a bridge
for way too long.
And every step we're taking
is just plain wrong.
There's nothing on the other side
that's not right here,
just a fool's perception
of what's unclear.
A fool searches for a pot of gold
always where there is none.
And a bridge to nowhere
is the ultimate run
into a place that doesn't exist,
a place that's never, ever been kissed
by the sun, the moon
or the stars in the sky.
So why, why, why cross that bridge?
You'll only find yourself
hung out to dry.
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5/6/2024 3:28:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I think you've written many super poems. This is one that caught my eye, which I enjoyed reading and wondered about me. Am I looking for a pot of gold? Could be. But I'm really looking for solutions or a way out. Saying that I'm always looking for solutions to problems, to help others. The gold doesn't come into it. Except a mention in your poem. I feel your poem is a wake-up call to all of us to get with it. Stay cool. Wise up. And a thousand other things. Best wishes Cleveland W. Gibson