The Bridge Is Held In Place

The bridge is held in place by ropes
That fray with time, and wear away.
Like people we rely upon,
Who may not put out for display

The details of their struggles, too.
But they are there, we can be sure:
The bridge is held by mortal ropes,
That are not perfectly secure

And neither are the best we know.
So love your friends, as they love you:
But know, when them you lean upon
That just like us, they’re human,

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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