Treasure Island

Philip Carter

(London)

On The Bridge


Walking across the bridge alone
On a cold winters night
Looking at the dark fast river
It's such an inviting sight
We used to walk this way together
Always hand in hand
We were linked in a way
Only lovers understand
But now I do this walk alone
With only memories of days past
I thought we were so happy
But friends said it wouldn't last
They said you were too good for me
And maybe I am too old
But I put it down to jealousy
And to their theories I wasn't sold
Now you've left me for another man
Who's younger and richer too
And now I have been cast aside
Like an old ill fitting shoe
So here I am upon the bridge
While the river calls to me
By the time they find my body
It should be out into the sea
Goodbye my love I wish you well
With the new love in your life
I hope happiness will follow you
My young and beautiful wife.

Submitted: Saturday, May 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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