Bridges

No man is an island,
No one is alone,
We build fragile bridges,
Some of paper, some of stone.

Some bridges hold steady,
Its foundations run deep,
Some bridges are ephemereal,
No memories to keep.

Then there are stone bridges,
That's built to everlast,
And though it stands for evermore,
It stands but in the past.

The path to it forgotten,
Its ways and markers lost,
New bridges are formed to find new ways,
But high will be the cost.

We once built one together,
A bridge between our lives,
A bridge to anchor us in stead,
A bridge to weather strife.

But when our path meandered,
Our goals no longer aligned,
The bridge we built became less used,
It drifted out of mind.

Perhaps its another bridge of many,
For in life our paths renew,
Some climb the highest mountains,
Some choose a scenic view.

I'm often proud and happy,
Though it's not often easily seen,
For anger and frustration,
Cloud the emotions within.

I'm happy that you took the path,
Building new bridges on your way,
Towards the goals you strive for,
Towards a better day.

As you start a life anew,
Know that an old friend remembers,
That once we built a bridge together,
That once you were all that matters.

No man is an island,
No one is alone,
Though I can build no bridge to reach you,
Our bridge in the past is stone.