Some bridges are never meant to be crossed, again
They’re left to the wear and tear of weather and time
And though I used to carry matches and dynamite
Some things just are better left unsaid and behind
Sometimes it’s best to walk away peacefully, calmly
When words can be just as explosive if not worse
But silence can be the true test of character
When bridges rot and decay like an old curse
There were some connections I never burned
I tried not to trinitrotoluene the damn thing
We had a blast in the past but then I learned
With an egotist, there’s no point in arguing
We can leave those passages to fate and time
When some friendships easily cease to exist
And if by chance you come to that bridge remember
With a narcissist, you can cross at your own risk
Powerfully penned, Wally. Excellent write my friend. I can relate to this one. Appreciate you.
Damian