The Bridge

Time tells history Of cobbles stone and pebbles Of arch and arches that met Life, sorrow and pain There was link that connect The old and the new stories The path they have walked before Still imprinting footprints today The dust they have breathe before Still the dust i have breathe today The water under the old bridge Never runs dry, it's the water that flows Right before my very eyes How many tears and laughter roll on the bridge Countless memories had passed since time immemorial The people who have passing has gone one by one Yet, the bridge is the witness how it was portrayed The bridge may transform from laying bricks To the modern sophisticated of metal composition But the purpose was not defeated and trampled It's still connecting people, history, and commerce of life.