The bridge that was and is no more

I walked across a bridge one day

When it was still around

I wondered what it's steel might say

If its voice could sound

The many wheels and hooves and feet

That trod upon its floor

How I'd love to see the faces

Who have gone before

It used to whisper in the wind

Though it was hard to know

If the creaks were signs of age

Or stories needed told

Now the bridge has been replaced

By something that is new

I bet its years will not outlast

Those trusses that were true

How I hate to see them go

The treasures of our past

Though structures may not endure time

Their memories will last

 


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"Every song that I write comes from my own personal experience.  i believe the role of an artist is to interpret reality through a system of beliefs and a long-term seeking of truth, in your own life and in the world at large."  Dan Folgelberg

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