The Invisble Bridge
Standing on the bridge of life,
To go or not go it’s still a go,
The river below does not stop,
The tidal waves whirling around,
The current being current,
Swept my currency away,
While Crunching on my last straw,
I contemplate on the three lines
The only three lines in life,
Born,
Dead,
Legacy.
I puke the past
hiccup the future
and diarrhea the
present
The first Two I have no choice,
Either way the first gives way to the second.
The third I can redeem,
If I don’t visit jail or cemetery
The only two places that never fill up,
But I have been running without walking,
Breathing without air,
Swallowing without chewing,
Seeing without looking.
To determine the life I want to live,
Standing on the bridge of life,
Going is a must.
Forward, Backwards or Under,
I must return the borrowed time,
And my dentures too,
For I knocked my teeth on the floor,
With every bitter fake smile I flashed,
While swimming on the dry land,
For I drunk all the water.
With my candle burning on both ends,
I must cross the bridge,
While standing on the bridge of life.
By Njoroge wa Ngige 081515 -0342hr
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