The Bridge

it came into view on a summer day long ago
seemed nothing special so they chose the
other road called Least Resistance . . .
choosing compromise over conflict
detouring emotions and avoiding opinions
giving no thought to the old bridge
until they’d gone full circle
what was once an opportunity; was now the end
brokenhearted they stood on either side
wishing they had crossed that bridge when they came to it
. . . the first time!

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