Upon Approach I Stopped

Written by : Elwood Jake


Upon approach I stopped
The bridge, narrow, apart,
destined to hold together sweet charities
Isthmus jardinière’, dead blooms

Dust winds blow against my heart
teeth fall, my flesh denude,
youthful lust turned to aged want
Mirrors sweep the trodden path

Shall I step upon this bridge
unwavering, yet to stand
in steps, not thoughts,
to immortal, mortal bond?

Or shall I stand in ghostly haunt
fervor, fear upon my heart?
Wish that time had been so dear
to leave me on this path in crime
not punished for such human kind?

Upon approach I stopped once more
The bridge, narrow, apart,
destined to hold sweet charities
Isthmus jardinière’, dead blooms?