The Bridge Between Yesterday and Tomorrow

Between the dusk and morning light,

There lies a bridge of silver night,

It hums with steps that came before,

Yet waits for feet to cross once more.

Each plank is carved from days long past,

The moments meant, the ones that passed,

The laughter stored in gentle grain,

The tears that washed it clean of pain.

Below, the river twists and sways,

It carries whispers, dreams, and days,

And though its current pulls away,

The bridge above will always stay.

Some fear the crossing, some just run,

Some pause to watch the fading sun,

But I will walk, with steady breath,

And meet what waits beyond its breadth.

For yesterday is not a chain,

And tomorrow is not in vain,

This bridge is where the two belong,

A place where memory makes us strong.

Thank you for reading ❤️❤️❤️