The Old Wooden Bridge

. in the darkness up ahead just beyond the last fork in the road there is an old wooden bridge eons of years old . it has been there since the beginning of time and it creaks and groans underfoot but it will still take you where you don't want to go . here is where your ancient enemy waits for you in the gloom and doom of past dark and dreary choices waiting out there on a mossy span for you and you alone waiting out there where no lamp or halo of light has ever shone . he waits out there for thee and me in that darkness that stretches over the sea waits to block the way to the great beyond where we should have could have gone . he waits out there where there is no hope after the last fork in the road is taken this is no cuddly or pretty rainbow bridge and no one you want to meet is waiting there for thee or me. . . . ~~~~©2020 Susan Williams