Not the bridge too far
Nor the one over troubled waters
Not even the ones you burn
So there’s no turning back
But that rope suspension bridge
Dangling over the gully
like a sagging power line
That me and my faithful mutt, Salem,
Can’t bring ourselves to cross
Sometimes the considerations on weather to cross or not to cross, can create bridges in the mind, neurons linking wisdom and self-worth in safer ways. Not all bridges are there to be crossed …
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Oops, typo alert, it (obviously) should have been ‘whether’ rather than ‘weather’. a;though of course, the weather can also play a part in thoughts on the crossing (or not), of bridges …
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What a wonderfully wise reply, Carolyn. I shall treasure that and mull over it….
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