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The Bridge

There lies the bridge; we cannot see the end.
It disappears in shadows ‘round the bend.
We know the way is littered by the leaves;
And, darkness falls upon it – there one grieves.
But here we are, already on the bridge;
It seems to be a type of heritage
From which we cannot flee. It is our feet
That walk upon this path without repeat.
We came from somewhere? nowhere? anywhere?
And step to-ward the end at which we stare.
It is incumbent that we make our way,
Since Time stands right behind and we can’t stay.

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photo by Isabella Bart at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mxtMKaI/Wood+road

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

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