such a long and winding road
was getting to narrow for me
while crossing its border
i jumped ship, so to say
touching the icecold water
preparing to drown soon
i counted my blessings
and had ended up none
none the wiser after this
i opened a door with a key
i had found a long time before
this quest had entered my mind
i am very sorry to have to say
it al ended here at this moat
but while crossing the bridge
it was turning me old and gray
'to cross a bridge' © 2013 Rob Knetsch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem