Sometimes in life we take a journey, whether right or wrong
This is mainly to serve a purpose, one we often time travel alone
No one can always be there to hold onto our hand
Often we look at what we left behind, never at where we stand
Along those journeys of joy and pain, we fail to notice that others do the same
Something usually gets our attention for a moment, for a while perhaps
But forward we some how manage to go, like trees that ooze their sap
It just is the course of things, the natural order if you will
Some people are held back sometimes, and often that makes them ill
No need to fuss or argue as to why you, why you are less fortunate
It may will be to make you stronger, more pungent
I know sometimes you want to cross the “bridge”, if you will
But don’t be so quick to do that, there could just be a bigger “hill”
Bridges are not meant to be crossed quickly, my friend
They are there to help you accomplish something, or see better, the end
They are not meant to be burned, because from time to time
You will want to crass back over, to help and just remind
Remind yourself that life has different highs, different lows,
I am most certain of this, I really do know
Bridges were not mean to be burnt,
There serve to teach or help us, those things we should of learnt.
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