The Other Side Of The Bridge


The bridge over a river is steep and high,

The newly laid tar shimmer over the fly,

Vehicles big and small get ahead in a ply,

As the bright sun descends into the sky

 

 

This side of the bridge is gay and merry,

The  prospects of growth are too many,

Traders heap penny over penny,

As there arises an enrichment sunny.

 

That side of the bridge is too desolate,

The lack lustre trends cause a violate,

The shrill cries of the famished is articulate,

As there emanates a frustration isolate.

 

Amazing to see a difference in so short awhile,

Delighted by the mirth  experienced in great style,

Dejected by the misery felt in  a deprived travail,

Tears gush up  thwarting the feigned veil.

 

1 thought on “The Other Side Of The Bridge

  1. slpmartin

    When I was a child growing up…we would talk about the ‘other side of the tracks (railroad)’ which often served as the dividing line between the haves and have nots…an interesting poem on a similar theme.

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