There is a bridge that seems to be broken
A bridge we cannot cross
And by not getting to the other side
We face a great loss
For, the other side offers comfort
Kindness and caring
There is a gentleness there
If we just built half of the bridge
And someone else builds the other
Then we could meet in the middle
With love for our fellow-man, our brother
Yes, it is a bridge called Love
But, someone forgot its upkeep
It's never too late to start rebuilding
And in the middle, meet
Have A Wonderful Day, Dear One
And May You Cross The Bridge Of Love
Original Poem © 8/30//05 - Revised 4/8/08
All Poetry Original & Revised Versions were written by
Kathryn Sunday Davis
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