Old Bridge

Let’s take a walk

A roll down beneath the old bridge

Where we played as kids

All the trouble we made

Set free by the water’s edge

There we’ll tell stories

Spin tales and make true confessions

Unveil secrets and make cuts

Until we can dig down to the truth

The truth of what happened

Here by the old bridge, that fateful night

It was only the three of us

Set to do the usual

No defining plans

Just to take it as it comes

That’s when you asked

If we could all swim

We all agreed we could

But the currents run much too fast

To ever give this old constellation of hydra

A real run for her money

That’s when you

Shameless, immoral and debauched

‌Wildly extravagant and wasteful

Pushed that poor soul in

Ignoring the frantic screams for help

The flailing, unpleasant, arms and legs

Thrashing helplessly in the water

Alas, carried away

Around the bend and into the night

Leaving just you and I

And the everlasting taste

Of confusion and silence

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

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