The bridge stood firm and beautiful
The bridge was the beautiful eye of your town
She beckoned for you to enter her bosom into new heights
You refused and said that was the grounds for royals
Cowardice?
You took to your heels
The bridge, stuck to the ground, made to chase
But then, realized that she was grounded
She waited patiently for your return
All the while being climbed by heavy objects and men
Some with their families, animals and goods
Others for the mere fun of it
Until she caved in, falling into the very deep waters
That she prevented many from falling into
While caving in, she called for you, her only need
You were nowhere to be found.
After rusting and almost a scrub, you show
Wanting to honour her earlier request
Late is late, time goes not backwards
Now you are the royal and she is fallen
She doesn’t want you in her world
Because you will be of no use
Stick to your royalty now
As you stuck to your commonness then
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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