I'm like that bridge at the park in the mountains.
All rickety and cracking from wear,
but rooted in its past.
People cross me
I support them.
But one day I'll break down and fall,
sinking in the waters below.
I'm hoping that day won't be for a while.
I saw a sign there that said
they're raising money
to repair the bridge
and make it stronger.
And I'm wondering,
maybe, just maybe
if I can be repaired too?
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