He stopped to look over the edge
Was this the place that he might bridge
The gap between their right, or wrong
I think of that old song
The troubled waters flow so strong
Why did the gap remain so long
He placed his hands on the railing
Felt his strength to meet was failing
Hesitation loomed over his mind
Would this effort cause them to bind
Or will he let the anger rise
Turn the act to be unwise
He stepped away from the edge
Then saw the adversary come on the bridge
Getting closer saw a smile
Realized the effort was worthwhile.
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Writing Prompts
The Bag Lady 