I’ll make nothing easy. I’ll bridge no gap.
So, you’d better put on your thinking cap.
I’ve seen my circumstance from a new perch.
From break-thru to break-thru, in life, I lurch.
It felt like living inside a crime scene.
Now, I’ll take all that it owes me in green.
When I’ve blown out my sun & shine for few;
Lives have grown dark & some have ended too.
‘Twas never my want or at all my hope.
One gorged to death & one fell into dope.
See, I built half a bridge that was then burned.
To that charred precipice, I’ll not return.
To coax this sun back to your growing crop…
Build the bridge alone. Drop the “poor me” slop.
Finish solo effort without complaint…
& maybe warm light will again acquaint.
L.B.Stowe 