Cross That Bridge Poem by Harley White
Cross That Bridge
Bridges, ridges… cliffs and ifs…
How to know which road to go?
Are there signposts apropos,
Guiding landmarks that will show
Each and every threat there?
I’ll cross that bridge when I get there…
Do I trust my eyes to see?
Where’s the gateway, what’s the key
To unlock the deepest me?
Although I’m not yet there…
I’ll cross that bridge when I get there…
All’s uncertain, dark, obscure.
Dangers always lie ahead.
But whose future’s ever sure?
I would live, before I’m dead.
Let me venture forth and dare—
Walk the walk, and climb the stair—
Seek a wisdom world aware…
Will my fate be met there?
I’ll cross that bridge when I get there…
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4/18/2024 9:03:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
what’s the key To unlock the deepest me? Although I’m not yet there… I’ll cross that bridge when I get there… again great thinking.. notes on the Oil Painting.. thanku. tony
I appreciate your comment and that you enjoyed the poem’s substance. Thank you. I always put notes about the images which I feel is important. I’m pleased that you noticed.