My bridge has stood through warmth and cold,
And it has held both young and old.
It has stood for many years,
And it has felt both happiness and tears.
It has had many vistitors,
Some good, some bad, and some a mix.
The good just come to stop and stare,
But the bad may just write everywhere.
Some teens may think they have retro styled it,
But all they've done is torn and tied it.
Some have bumped and some have shot,
Why some have even shot a spot.
It's ripped and ruined,
It's trashed and torn.
But it's my bridge,
But left,
Forlorn.
Do you like it? I would like to know because I wrote it last summer right off the top of my head. I want to know if it's good or not! Please tell me!
-zappy77

