Sunday, January 16, 2011

Crossing the Old Bridge

This is another old poem that I wrote several years ago, when I went through a phase of not rhyming in my poetry.
Crossing the Old Bridge

Look to the past.
Your mind strays from the present.
Aching heart,
Bubbling laughter,
A tribute to good and bad times.
Cross the old bridge,
From present to past.
Relive your life.
Run from your future.
Remember everything.
And try not to
Away from

Emily Whelchel
September 11, 2006

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