The Man On The Bridge


Every morning he comes

to stand on the bridge

and look down in the water

in a moment of reflection

every morning he walks

to the bridge

to watch the cars go by

and see people rushing off to work

he is a lonely figure

with no one to talk to

he seems lost

and longing for something

maybe it is conversation

maybe it is companionship

maybe it is the place he left behind


one morning he is no longer there

and the bridge seems empty without him

as if a part of it had been removed

the people in the rushing cars

do not miss him

the water under the bridge flows on

as usual

only a passing poet

now wonders where he went

a witness to his sole existence

he worries about his going

and what became of

the man on the bridge

a metaphor for loneliness.



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Nicola Beckett

Wed 20th Jan 2021 12:16

Yes I am a cough drop, a nice strawberry flavour, why do you say such things x what do you mean x

Nicola Beckett

Wed 20th Jan 2021 07:52

I was talking to a friend last night. She's very lonely. But being alone doesn't mean you have to be lonely, especially if you like your own company. I personally need alone time to recharge. I like this poem though. I can almost picture the man stood there. But maybe he's just getting out the house away from his wife!!! He might not be alone at all x

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 19th Jan 2021 17:12

Yes, a beautiful poem.

Astro Girl

Tue 19th Jan 2021 13:10

beautiful ❤

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