Much Water Under the Bridge
a poem
What has been the best, and
the least achievement,
the gains and the losses,
the happy and the sad moments,
of this life, yes, this life
the shaking flame
of a lonely candle
on a windy dark night
trying to light up the way
to wherever we are going,
all alone, and uncertain
yet with all the wisdom of
each day passed.
Hoping, it’s not too late,
to mend the wrongs,
and to right the rights
though, I agree,
there has been
so much water
under the bridge,
a lot really,
the griefs and the angers,
the smiles and the tears,
friends and foes,
that we might need.
another bridge, to cover it,
to cross it,
may be a bit further ahead!!
In response to Sahil Patel’s August’s second week prompt:
“Compose a poem that captures the beauty and wisdom that come with growing old. Reflect on the journey of life, the passage of time, and the unique perspectives that only age can bring. Use vivid imagery to convey the emotions and experiences that accompany the later stages of life.”
