The Forgotten Bridge

THE FORGOTTEN BRIDGE

 

'Twas not a step at a time

 Heaps of feet stepped on me 

Small, medium, large 

Some are light 

Others are heavy

 Some are clean 

Others are dirty 

There were soft & delicate 

There were those with callouses 

Sizes, colors, and shapes 

It doesn't really matter 

Everything just the same 

They stepped on me 

I carried them all 

To bring them  

Where they should be 

But all those steps

I wonder if there's anyone

By chance remembered me 

Every time they pass 

They don't look down or look back

 To check whether I'm still okay

 Everyone was in a rush 

Going to their own destination 

No one dared to ask and say 

"Hey! Are you still okay?"

 "Am I too heavy?" 

"Should I walk slowly?" 

"Oops! I'm sorry, my feet are dirty." 

Everyone ignores me! 

Yes! I am the forgotten bridge 

But should I feel sorry? 

No, I should not! 

For this is my whole duty

 If I felt bad for being forgotten

 I should have collapsed already

 And many can't finish their journey

 I maybe forgotten, and not appreciated

 But I need to be strong for others 

I should think the reason of my existence 

A stepping stone

 Designed to be sturdy 

Strong enough to carry 

Without any partiality 

And not to take everyone personally 

Focus on the purpose 

Not to the forgetful feet 

Be happy enough 

To see them reach 

To where they should be

 For what really matters here 

Is the Master Builder of all 

To satisfy Him 

And to encourage Him

 To build more bridges like me

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

When you know you're in the right place and doing the right thing to the best of your ability, for the benefit of many, I would say it is impossible to be unhappy. Good message.

[Himaya Ka]

...for the joy of the LORD is our strength... Thanks Sir!