Beneath A Bridge
by WILLIAM MAE
Life’s ebbing current draws us down,
The waters of time it seems,
Poetic is each bridge we pass,
Beneath on gentle streams.
At times we pass with just a nod,
A smile or soft hello,
Once in occasions often rare,
The bridge we seek to know.
Such a bridge I found one day,
With need I lingered near,
The comfort of its strength I loved,
My moments there are dear.
And we must part and I move on,
The link consumes my mind,
My soul pines often to return,
To the bridge I left behind.
I’m just a bubbling stream below,
This bridge above my grasp,
I live in only dreams of love,
Each time I’m drifting pass.