When building a bridge to the future,
Remember successes you've earned,
Explore the abysm bisecting
Tomorrow from lessons you've learned.
That time won't allow you to loiter,
Eternally pushing ahead,
Means present is constantly moving,
Traversing the structure you tread.
The sight of a trestle now standing
Can bring you a grand sense of awe,
Look down from the safety of railing
And you'll scrutinize spans for a flaw.
So plan for the future's enjoyment
And build your industrial trail,
The bridge's construction will always
Give chances for life to prevail.
Your family comprises the trusses,
Close friends are the arches and beams,
Perhaps like a bridge crossing canyons,
It keeps you aloft from extremes.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana. All poetry and photos are copyrighted © 2007-2018 by Jack Huber, all rights reserved.