On the Bridges

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The crossing of bridges.
What a painful though
for every time we cross a bridge
there is no turning back
every time we take a breath
the moment is gone.

Yet I though I could change the tide
I though I could save the ride
but life as ever takes a toll
so the lesson I draw
once and again
is that however good a swimmer I may be
the tide will always catch up with me.

But I will not give up
I'll drown swimming
I'll keep trying.
I shall fail when I die