The Bridge

The Bridge

By May Kwek

Here on the forest bridge

I quietly sit and stare

At the leaves and the rippling stream

At the life everywhere

Some children run pass me

Waving as they go

Off they are to adventures

Daring, brave and bold

A young man returns

His eyes determined and grave

He is off to make his fortune

He says so as he waves

A young couple then come by

Lost in each other’s eyes

They don’t see me in their dreaming

But that is no surprise

The moss grows on the stones

As the people come and go

From budding leaves to summer flowers

Autumn leaves turn cold

Till at last an old man comes

And sits by my side

Looking about him in wonder

At all in his sight

“It’s beautiful” he says

In a voice soft and low

“How have I never seen this?

For I’ve passed here often so”

And so we sit side by side

Where the river’s song does not cease

And there on the bridge between moments

We rest in contented peace

Copyright © 2018 by May Kwek