Water Under the Bridge
By Rambler
We talked for sometime, not long ago The two of us, pensive, haltingly slow About past regrets and nameless fears Marked only by long dry tracks of tears You told me how it hurt you most That recurring presence of an unfulfilled ghost Appearing at will, with stern remind Whispering your chronicles of wasted time You asked if I suffered a similar dread And, if so, to what succor had I fled Yes, my horizon that specter once claimed My peace waylaid, my purpose maimed Telling me that all I could do was done Except to die and reduce by one The sterile lives under the sun But how can one simply lay down and die Without seizing the reins of a sincere try And though much carnage lay behind I evicted the specter from my mind Evaporated time I committed to God Acknowledging the future with an inward nod All miscarriage of intent betwixt you and I No more to be fed and therefore must die My friend, live no more on a jagged edge For truly 'tis water under the bridge Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 03:02 AM PST, Bruce Newman 18 • 0 • 12
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