The Bridge

This bridge has held many
But one day it shall fall
Its hinges and its thin strands may soon break from the rock wall
Be careful when crossing
Watch every step
Don't look down, you may imagine falling from a great depth

Step by step the old bridge sways
The wooden old bridge has been around for decades
It creeks, the old boards crack
They splash into the water with a silent calm smack

The old bridge has held many
Will it ever hold again
Its thin ropes swing from both ends
The boards float downstream
There is nothing left
Just an empty space with a great depth

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