poetry

bridges

We both build and burn.

In life and by turn,
      We both build and burn;
          Bridge-boards, often,
            Need be twice-laid.

              —

            For time’s hand is stern;
          We lose what we learn:
      Strangers, like friends,
Are mostly made.

 


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