
There was a bridge that went across,
A great and powerful river, connecting two worlds.
This bridge was built five hundred years ago,
Some believe that it was six hundred or more.
That bridge was made of bricks and stone,
It was a rope bridge that was soon replaced.
The bridge was strong of bricks, sand and stone,
Standing like a colossus of concrete, sand and stone.
The village on the left of the bridge,
It was small and its people lived in poverty.
The village on the right of that stone bridge,
They were all well-fed, prosperous and wealthy.
The bridge took people who needed work across to the other side.
It was a blessing to the rich who slept late and had fun.
They had the poorer people to do their dishes and hard work.
They worked hard so the rich folk enjoyed life in the Sun.
One day the river overflowed after heavy rains.
The homes of the rich folk were washed away.
The smaller village was untouched and glowed under the Sun.
They were the richer village, who were blessed and fed everyone.
Life always has its ups and downs and nothing remains the same.
Enjoy your life and value every moment of every precious day.
Take the time to spread happiness and kindness around.
You will always be certain to walk on firm blessed ground.
